It has been a month

Its been a month. A month since I stepped on a huge gold-plated Mc. And the sesame seeds sprinkled liberally on top seemed as delicious as on the original Mc. Everything was big. From the time we entered the airport at Washington DC to when we boarded the flight to San Francisco, from the taxi ride till Sunnyvale in a Limo, to the Inn (yeah, I finally lived in an inn) and the king-size bed in it – everything appeared to be magnified. Big, Huge, even Grotesque at times.

The roads are so wide, Indian city roads look like dirt tracks. The trailers are enormous; Indian trucks appear puny in comparison. The distances are so vast, a car ride seems to take you from one state to another. And the cars are so fast, the cities swirl by in a mist, before you’ve had the time to read its name on the signboard.

And the signboards are so big, and so well-lit – even if all they do not have anything to announce after all. Its when the car slows down to take the next exit and you get within sniffing distance of a signboard that you see the cracked and broken bulbs behind the snaky letters of the neon sign.

And as the days go by, I noticed that the big Mc I was living on does not have such a shiny gold plating after all. And the sesame seeds aren’t sesame at all, but just chips in plating.