

I borrowed these snaps from my sister after she returned from a short trip to Philadelphia, PA. Hope you all enjoy the snaps
... dream to achieve
I borrowed these snaps from my sister after she returned from a short trip to Philadelphia, PA. Hope you all enjoy the snaps
One thing similar was we are not allowed to take any snaps in the temple premises. So I could get only this photo. At the end, I would definitely suggest you to give a visit to both the temples whenever possible:-)
On a bright sunny day of may 20th in Iowa City in US, morning 9:35, I ran to the local bus stop with 2 of my bags filled heavily for 2 days of stay to Chicago. It was a breezy & cool. 9:40 am, I reached only to read " Effective may 19th, Summer special, No bus to the downtown at 9:45:-("
It was the first obstacle for my trip. I had to catch my bus at 10:40 am from downtown of Iowa City to Downtown of Chicago. I felt helpless., then it flashed to me that the savior is Rob, my apartment bus driver. I just ran back to my apartment., full huff-puff and sweaty in that chilled sunny morning. To my relief, He was there, Rob. He then gave a broad smile and asked me the reason for my hurry. I narrated him that I need to catch my bus & blah., blah., blah. He replied " No problem Sohaas, though I cant drop your to Chicago, I can drop you to the Downtown Old Capitol Mall of Iowa City" & then we were off on the LODGE [My apartment's name!!!!!!] bus. The entire bus with only me as the passenger. 10:20 am, I got down at the place and ran to the bus station some 10 minutes off from there only to be told that my bus is 10 minutes late:-) The bus "Greyhound", the only nationwide bus convenience in US!!! I went to the reception there and got a computer printed tag to check in my bags and sat on the nice benches there looking curiously around. There were all people there. Majority of them were African-Americans [talking all non-sense stuff, or may be I couldn understand them], a few people of Mongolian descent [full silent], a good studious blonde [reading her book, just refusing to lift her head] & me, the only Indian. After a wait of 15 minuts 10:55 am the great GREYHOUND bus turns up. My sister had told to take seat in front rows as it will be my first travel in US and to be alert. But as usual I got into the bus as last one and luckily got a seat in 12th row:-) But I was alert throughout my journey.
At 11 am, the bus started off towards "THE WINDY CITY" I was just full enthu and curious of the bus ride. Till the city of Davenport., on the banks of river "Mississippi" it was a lone journey. The city of Davenport is so nice with nice american style buildings on left and big huge river on the right flowing with full of water. I wondered what if it floods!!!! The great river divides the states of Iowa & Illinois with the big bridge [my first large bridge of US] connecting the states. Then the bus crossed the bridge to reach Moline, the first city in Illinois where i got my first bus neighbour. a lady around 45 years, & she began asking me the questions of the details of the bus times. I told her that we supposed to reach Chicago downtown by 4:25 pm. She was just desperate to smoke. She was runnign to the door at each stop from there on asking the driver to stop for a while but the driver had to just refuse:-) She used to come back and complain to me!!! I should have counselled her there only. It would have been a nice practice. Oh che, I forgot to tell the main purpose of my trip., to give my USMLE Step 2 CS examination!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then reached the outskirts of Chicago after Aurora by 4pm. I thought we are on time. Then the reality of Chicago started, the TRAFFIC. There were nice huge huge buildings but not any tall ones yet. I had my next bus to the CUMBERLAND AVENUE at Chicago at 4:55 pm. But this bus was getting late. I was bit tensed with already thoughts of alternative ways to reach my destination. After all the traffic trouble, my bus came to the downtown greyhound bus station at 5:15pm. I was sure that i missed the bus. I blamed the bus and the traffic. But the downtown of Chicago was just like as we see in movie, all tall tall buildings with full of people and cars. But I didn leav my Indian buddi and went to enquire for the bus. The people there were not that friendly as in my Iowa City. " Cumberland avenue, no idea". " Hey go off, I got my work". "Who the hell knows" were the replies I got. Then one staff person told " Thats the bus at gate 14, run" I was like run for life, He He He. Boarded the bus to get huge relief. It was a bus bound to Milwaukee. Got a sight of American style romance with a couple on the last row of the bus!!!!!!! "Oh man, am in America!!!!!!"
After an hour of drive on the huge Kennedy Expressway with 10 lanes and 2 railway tracks in between, I reached Cumberland avenue greyhound bus stop. There were no people around except some begging for livelihood.No benches to sit. Now it was google earth which helped me to show the way to my hotel. Had seen a snap earlier. Crossed the bridge overhead of Kennedy Expwy and got down right into the parking of "The Marriot Chicago O'hare" hotel. My hotel at 6:20 pm:-) Gave a sigh of relief and walked the way pulling my bag. The hotel staff was nice., they welcomed me with one broad smile. It was just like a 3 or 5 star hotel in India. Also pretty costly. Got my room key. Hey it was a card!!!! Just like a debit card. All new stuff for a guy like me, just increasing the curiosity. I was told the direction of my room, in the 3rd floor of the 12 storied hotel. I thought I should have got a higher floor but didn go to bother as it was my exams the next day!!! The room was an excellent one with all the amenities including a small fridge and TV. But I wanted a microwave which it lacked. Got a quick bath and ready to go to check out the exam center which was just 1/2 km walk from the hotel. Only to cross the parking area of the 2 buildings. Even that was a huge builing with 13 floors. It was already 8pm in night but full sunny!!!! I walked into the building to find all of it closed with a security guy. Got to know that the exam center is in 6th floor and to come the next day. I got back to my room. Spoke to my good friend regarding the exam. Gave a call to my sister and mom that I reached safely. Then I just could get neither sleep nor mood to study. So switched on the TV and saw "PIRATES OF CARRIBEAN PART II"!!!!! Can you believe!!! Then went to get some sleep on the softest bed i have ever slept on:-) All this time, Puliyogare was my only nice food which I myself had made:-)
The next day, 21st of may., woke up at 6 am before my alarm rang!! Got into full formals and wore the TIE, I just hate it. But it really made me look professional. Had a quick breakfast and ran to the exam centre by 7:30 am. Was very glad to see my friend after a couple of weeks and also to meet the relatives who had come. We rushed into the exam. The whole of the exam went like a superfast supersonic bus on a road with lots of speed breakers:-) Also got some nice lunch and cookies provided by the exam center. It felt truly international with the people beside me were from Germany & Egypt. There were 7 to 8 Indians too. All waiting to finish off the exam. Just wishing & hoping to clear the exam we walked out at 3:45 pm. We were so happy that the exam got over!!! Went to the hotel room and tried to make some coffee in the coffee maker at room. Though we were successful, it was too much of American coffee with almost no milk. Ate some chocolates:-) Had a nice chat. Then, it was time to say BYE-BYE to my friend. By 6pm, I was again lone at room just with my blank mind, nothing to do waste body. At 8 pm, my stomach released a gush of acid demanding for food. I opened my fridge to see that my Puliyogare was over. Then thought of ordering a Pizza from a local italian restaurant., Its the only other thing which we new ppl can eat out in US without any risks!!!
At sharp 9 pm there was a knock on the door and there it was, the PIZZA:-) Paid the huge bill and took the pizza to realize its huge with full of cheese & nice non indian vegetables. Brocolli, olives etc etc., Couldn eat so much of cheese. Removed it and somehow finished it. Then the Godess of sleep was calling me:-) Just don know when i dozed off.
Then it was the bright friday, may 22nd. Got up at 6 am. couldn get anymore sleep. Felt like one waste body with only nothing to do next. Switched on the TV. Saw one nice thrilling movie on HBO. Couldn figure out the name. It was full of neighborhood spying and catching a serial murderer. One nice great movie to enjoy. Had breakfast only to see one more movie " THE CHARLIE's ANGLES" before i could check out from the hotel. At 12pm we should vacate or else a bill of one more day!!! so By 12:05 pm i was out of the hotel and it was too too cold telling me that " I am the Windy City Idiot" " C H I C A G O"
It was time to walk again on the bridge of Kennedy Expwy to reach the Cumberland avenue stop and wait for my bus at 1pm. I waited..... waited....... waited...... in that non sense place with no place to sit. There was a small shop there where I bought a fridge magnet for remembrance of Chicago for 3$. Was surprised to see that the shop was run by a Gujrati!!! Then it was again a long wait before a person came to me and told that there is no news from the bus!!! It was already 2:30pm and my bus from chicago downtown at 4 pm. I couldn have made it. So he guided me to take the CTA blueline., the train service to the downtown and asked me to get down at "CLINTON" stop. Me felt like a fool wasting my time at that empty bus stop. Had planned to spend atleast couple of hours at city of Chicago. But the fate had written me to spend the time there. Couldn help Ran again to the bridge and got to the Cumberland CTA station. There first read how to buy the ticket by the self automatic machines vending the CTA tickets. Got a ticket for 2.25$ and then was supposed to insert the ticket before i could enter the station. Saw the ticket to read how to insert it and was successful. The whole process took some 5 minutes. US is so sophisticated and all information is present. Only we have to search for it. Thats the way we learn life over here.
Ran to the platform to find that the train was not yet there. Asked a few people for details to reach the downtown CLINTON stop. At 2:48 pm the train came. The train is like some 10 aluminium boxes linked to each other. No engine, No driver, automatic doors. Then i realised that its run by the high voltage current over the tracks and fully automatic computerised train. Got inside and went thru the details of the route written above the door on inside. The train ran at high speed stopping at Harlem, Jackson, Irving Park, Westen, Montrose, Chicago @ Milwaukee, Clarke lake, Division, Jefferson Park, La Selle & few others. We can get down at Clarke lake or Jefferson Park to get transferred to other route trains, red line, green line, pink line, brown line, purple line etc etc... There was one Afro-American guy listening to "JAI HO" song of 'Slumdog Millionaire'!!! I was happy to hear the tune there. Then came my Clinton Station, an underground station, with many people waiting for the trains. Climbed up the stairs to find the path to walk South on Clinton Street and then West on Harrison street, one block each to reach the Greyhound station. Was full hungry. Got my bag tagged for check in and then saw the watch, it was already 3:55pm. Didn have time to buy any food. Had some Chocolates in bag, my friend had added few more to the collection and trusting on the stuff, I got into the bus. This time, it was Burlington Trailways bus. better than Greyhound bus. The people were more decent with a mixture of race again. African-Americans, Whites, Mexicans & me again the lone Indian.But this time I was full tension free that i finally got into my final bus and was full enthus type to look around. No bus neighbour this time with myself occupying both the seats:-) The scenery was nice. I liked the place of Naperville, De Kalb & Dixon. But one thing which made me realise that I was in US was when I saw the city of Davenport in the night with all lights and myself in bus on the huge bridge of Mississippi river. One fantabulous view for sure. Also I could see a nice baseball stadium with full of people and a game going on right from the bridge. But my Stomach was loaded with acid and for the first time in life, i was fed up of eating Chocolates which surprised myself!!!! There was a break of 10 minutes at Davenport. Driver announced "Welcome to the City of Davenport, we are going to have a 10 minutes break. Go and have a quick cigarette, attend to the restrooms" I rushed to a vending machine and got myself a pack of crispy snack called as "Doritos" to refresh my mouth with taste different from that of Chocolate:-)
Then it was the final trip towards the Iowa City. Full dark by then. Only cars and Huge vehicles running on highways with their eye like headlights on:-) I called up for a cab to pick me up from the greyhound station to my apartment. As I switched off the phone, the bus had a sudden jerk and then I saw 3 beautiful deers with our headlight reflecting in their eyes running off from the road. We were actually in the city on a main road. But still it seems its common to have a deer out on roads in Iowa City. Finally at night 10:15 pm, I got down at Iowa city and found the cab waiting for me already and then a 10 minutes drive to my home. My sister was waiting with the dinner prepared:-) Had a nice nice dinner, filling up my stomach and slept off after a nice chat with my sis & BIL.
So that was a nice learning experience and realisation of life at the windy city of
C H I C A G O:-)
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