So have I progressed to the point where I can proudly claim I've overcome the side effects of an incident of TBI(http://memorylane2956.blogspot.com.tr/2016/04/history.html)?
I am now in Istanbul,Turkey,visiting my brother who is on the faculty of mathematics at Mimar Sinan university.Thing is:Turkey is a land of a multitude of new experiences,even for someone from the mother of all such utopias,India. Every time you step out onto the streets in Istanbul,there is a heady mixture of disparate entities assailing your senses:cultures,sights and vocalizations.So should be the ideal spot for a holiday to plan after a TBI,right?
Sounds like it could be the beginning of paradise,as long as your intentions are not crushed and discarded.
Having been here for a few weeks,I naturally looked to my brother for directions in a foreign land,where he's spent 8 years running[hopefully he'll be able to give directions to his students in a subject he's for years on end spent time researching AND teaching],and I have spent less than a month;I'm going to leave soon,and as much as I enjoyed it,there's no crucial necessity for me to find my way here,or in any place where I'm only a visitor.As is his nature,he made me feel inferior,but I forgive him,because that is who I am,and he is who he is.
In my native language Tamil,you'll say that he,having spent all that time here,has karachchu-kudichchufied[a bad transliteration to English from Tamil,given how gifted Tamil is in terms of sounds and the impossibility to convey the complexities exactly in staid English]the geography of Istanbul,and a visitor shouldn't be faulted for stepping wrong in one of the many streets,even after being here for a long time,but that's me just wishing into empty air,meaning the wish is likely to go unfulfilled.
I just wished Mohan,my brother,wouldn't rail at me on the streets like he does when I take a misstep.People would think I was a bandit if they watched for a minute or so.
Challenge:I'd like to see how spatially gifted he is when he comes to India,and tries to find his way among the labyrinthine streets of a nearby place in Chennai[leave alone Mount Road,which he has evinced a dying wish to navigate].
I am now in Istanbul,Turkey,visiting my brother who is on the faculty of mathematics at Mimar Sinan university.Thing is:Turkey is a land of a multitude of new experiences,even for someone from the mother of all such utopias,India. Every time you step out onto the streets in Istanbul,there is a heady mixture of disparate entities assailing your senses:cultures,sights and vocalizations.So should be the ideal spot for a holiday to plan after a TBI,right?
Sounds like it could be the beginning of paradise,as long as your intentions are not crushed and discarded.
Having been here for a few weeks,I naturally looked to my brother for directions in a foreign land,where he's spent 8 years running[hopefully he'll be able to give directions to his students in a subject he's for years on end spent time researching AND teaching],and I have spent less than a month;I'm going to leave soon,and as much as I enjoyed it,there's no crucial necessity for me to find my way here,or in any place where I'm only a visitor.As is his nature,he made me feel inferior,but I forgive him,because that is who I am,and he is who he is.
In my native language Tamil,you'll say that he,having spent all that time here,has karachchu-kudichchufied[a bad transliteration to English from Tamil,given how gifted Tamil is in terms of sounds and the impossibility to convey the complexities exactly in staid English]the geography of Istanbul,and a visitor shouldn't be faulted for stepping wrong in one of the many streets,even after being here for a long time,but that's me just wishing into empty air,meaning the wish is likely to go unfulfilled.
I just wished Mohan,my brother,wouldn't rail at me on the streets like he does when I take a misstep.People would think I was a bandit if they watched for a minute or so.
Challenge:I'd like to see how spatially gifted he is when he comes to India,and tries to find his way among the labyrinthine streets of a nearby place in Chennai[leave alone Mount Road,which he has evinced a dying wish to navigate].
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