Relishing the sweetness of modaks and festivities of Mumbai in my dreams, I woke up with the alarm clock shouting into my ears at 6.30 AM on the Saturday morning. I was headed to Oxford (yes the Oxford of the much renowned Oxford University) with couple of my other friends. As planned, we started in time and the journey was pleasant – I slept nicely in the car for most part of the journey :-D.
We took a nice tour around the town and it was refreshing. The architecture and the landscapes are astonishing – see it, feel it, believe it. I got to see some colleges of fame, the cathedrals and the parks, and got an insight to their history as well – too confusing now, can’t remember most of it, as it was full of Williams, Henrys, Edwards and so on.
Took a round of some adjoining museums, I would explicitly cite something about the Pitt Rivers Museum. It houses over 500,000 archaeological and anthropological collections since its foundation in 1884. Looking around the items was an experience in itself. However, something that made me feel really good was a display card near the Asian artefacts section. I was feeling proud indeed, about the recognition (see image below).
Toured some more parts of the town, and it was time to head back home. Going around Oxford, getting to know about some cultures, learning about the art and science of designing and erecting buildings was great fun and an event in itself. However, I felt trivial setback while returning from there. Wish I had studied or could study at the Oxford, it is among the strongest foundation for studies in literature, arts, theatre. It always had been a remorse that I could not study at the FTII or the NSD, and Oxford just got added. Duhh! Regret! Great Deep Regret!
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In any case, I don't need a western stamp from some junk museum to endorse my religion's age! Thats one of the reasons I avoided stepping in any museum in UK. :)
Bloody firangs. :P