Travel Story / Los Angeles / chapter 2

It has been four days; I have been stranded in the incubation period of Covid-19. Yes, I have been tested positive and as per the norm I have secluded myself from the world. Body temperature is normal, with a very little cough along with a blocked nose. But there is something that this virus brings in with itself. It causes you to have tasteless tongue and lack in sense of smell, and in my case, it is zero percent. I can only see what goes in my mouth. 

Can you image having all this time to me but then not being content with it. I guess its human nature; you are always complaining when you don't get a chance to focus on what you can do besides what you do every day, and you still whine when finally god gives you a chance to be a part of this historical pandemic and spend fourteen days in quarantine which is a perfect opportunity to know yourself... again. You always knew who you were, just forgot in chasing your dreams in this capitalist environment, so being member of the same family I was doing the same but all of sudden I am at a plot where I can write to finish the unfinished story that I started five years ago - my time in Los-Angeles, the 'city of angels' when I was in the US to attend my younger brother's marriage. 

Yeah! Yeah! A very long time has passed but still I would want to finish what I began... narrating my journey. A series of memories that I would want to save them here for my virtual readers, who I do not know, I might never even know but still god bless you all whoever you are, also the droids.

Now... starting from the point where I left in 'chapter 1':

My consciousness was hit with a surge of anxiety as we were heading towards our hotel that was a straight forward building, surrounded by Californian palm trees with a very shabby looking reception but with a huge pool in its patio. Bingo! At first I thought we had come to a wrong place, but then I didn't know LA and didn't even bother to push myself to search on it before traveling to this piece of land. The best part was when the receptionist told us that they didn't have a room for us and we would be shifted to a motel right next to their building for a night, which seemed very dodgy at first. Well to clear the notion, I had never been to a motel in my life and I didn't know what to expect. We occupied a huge room on the first floor, painted in blue with heavy texture and a evocative bathroom. Maybe the problem was not the room, but this stingy smell coming out of it. We tried to turn on the lights but it didn't seem enough. The blessing was this large window, which allowed us to look outside minding others businesses. Suddenly it so happened that I had to go downstairs to bring in the luggage from my car and I started hearing a woman screaming. Actually they were two, quarrelling over some matter between them. I am an Asian, and I am very much aware of the shit that happens among individuals who are a family and love one another a lot. In short, you try to sort out in one way or the other, at least that is how I was brought up, but I didn't expect of the situation I was about to get in. An African American woman, all naked with a piece of towel runs down from the stairs asking me to help her. At first I was like, wow, a naked woman! lol,  well again human nature, but then there was another cloth less black woman coming towards us with a knife in her hand. At first, it all seemed a scene from a Hollywood movie until she screamed, "I will kill you... I will kill you for having a baby with that bastard," and all started making sense to me…yes sir, I was about to be in the most obstinate situation that I could ever think of.

A baby! What baby? I just couldn't understand until I see this little head pop out of the towel. A new born, must be a week old was in the hands of this unclothed woman who had one of her hand all over me and crying for help. 

Pause: now try to understand my situation. A woman has entangled me shouting and desperate to seek for help, there is this woman screaming and oncoming to me with a knife, and then there was my wife, blaring to what I was doing with the women downstairs and should get my ass up in the room. Well, of course, she was worried.  Can you feel the sense of insecurity, different in nature, which all these women were shattering with on a poor guy like me who didn't even have a clue to what he was doing caught up in such a mess? I was scared, maybe, but to be honest my brain had lost all its abilities to register it. Suddenly I hear this mannish voice from the dark, “Why the fucks aren’t you not helping them.” It was loud, I remember. Suddenly I see this black guy dressed in shags, dangling around; probably hit a jackpot in the drinking pod that night, approaching me to throw a punch. At that moment, I could clearly hear this subdued voice; I suppose my conscience giving me a signal to run into shelter that would allow me to spend the rest of my night, but in an uncomfortable manner. So i bolted towards my room, shut the door hard, hid besides the bed. A not so warmed up signal that could calm my wife down. Yup that didn’t go well with her. The sirens could be heard now, a police car had reached to the occasion and after sometime the black woman with the huge body and with a knife, all clothed on was being escorted by the police men along with the black guy to their vehicle.

I couldn't sleep the whole night; I guess I had never thought of getting caught up in a position like this. Till that moment in my life, such situations only occurred in movies for me, but this shit was real.

Since time stops for no one, hence it was time to get up in the morning and move to our originally booked hotel, which seemed to be scattered with people looking like hippies. That was the moment when I happen to ask the concierge, "Where were we?" The answer was Inglewood and he kept repeating, as if I knew what he was trying to make me understand.

Conclusion: always know where you are going, the area you will be residing in, what type of hotel you would be staying at and lastly the crime rate in the area. Until and unless you are looking for an adventure, never opt for unusual places, stick to the areas that are tourist’s friendly, especially when traveling with family.

Travel Story / Los Angeles / chapter 1

We were driving on Interstate 15 towards south west. It was 10 pm and from a faraway point we could feel the warmth of light that shimmered in the sky, setting a sign of curiosity, attempting convincingly to enter the boundaries of a place unknown.

As we were charging on the roads of America, we were about to enter a city that we thought would be mesmerizing enough to hold us in its awe for some time. We were to enter a place that would give us the sincerest experience of all time.

But... after reaching this city, one could only feel a dis-relation, where you could only survive if you knew the norms of it, where infinite permutations raced around of dos and don'ts, where every second would make you feel regretful of that decision of coming to this place. Obviously, it was only me who was having these fits of rage. Maybe, only because I was so unaware of this place, it made me feel displaced.

As we proceeded further, we could witness the same shimmering light reflecting from the glass of the windows of the tall enough buildings scattered all around. Till now we were pretty much satisfied by the overwhelmed welcome of this place. Well! who wouldn't, we had traveled almost hundreds of miles from Las Vegas in the late hours of the day with no stay over in between, in search of this piece of land in the state of California.

However, the route we were heading on was ripping us apart from our connection with the city lights. It seemed as we were going to a different area now. We were following the 'global positioning system', which showed our journey did not end at this exhibition of lights. Our location appeared to show us crossing the downtown area of the famous city named 'Los Angeles'.

So where were we going? My heart kept sinking, my brain was unable to think due to exhaustion... and this was making me worry because we still had a journey of almost half an hour and we had crossed the great city. Its skyline was blurring out and the road started to get over crowded with cars of all shapes and sizes, honing at each other. The drivers seemed to be very impatient, the middle finger being the figure of expression for that whole journey.

... and we disengaged from LA. 

Now, this suburb we entered was a mystery in itself and it remains unsolved till date... for me at least. My consciousness was hit with a surge of anxiety as we were heading towards our hotel... to be continued.

"the disengagement" ~ art work (LA01) by Sameer Aftab                    
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I thought that my words would not do justice to describe the place so I started drawing my experience of it, an art work that would exist in my memory forever. Anyway, a picture is worth a thousand words, they say. Although an unfinished work, but it forms the bench mark for starting of my travel story. Some places that we drove through, some hotels that we had to stay in, some eateries where we had to buy food from, and who can forget the motel where we stayed for a night.