Capturing Tokyo is like trying to catch a thousand different sensations in a bottle. New sights and sounds. A world like no other. Planet Japan. Since we moved here last July, from the easy predictability of Singapore, this place has never ceased to amaze me.
Just a walk down Shibuya - a crowded shopping district confounds you. Sea of people in all hues and styles.Pouring into and draining out of Hachiko crossing (the worlds most crowded crossing?). A cackle of neon signs and flashing bill boards saying their own things -in strange foreign gibberish. Groups of youth hanging around with r-e-b-e-l written all over them and their pink psycedelic eye shadows.Sales girls shouting out their ware in shrill school girl voices.An unentangleable mass of sights and sounds.
Just when I thought Tokyo is all about frenzy and pulse I see the beautiful white blooms outside my window with a small bird pecking at its petals. And think of all thats delicate, hushed and classy.Graceful Japanese ways. Tea cermonies, bowing and softly modulated voices. Where packaging is an art and small is beautiful. Where almost everything has a 'way' of doing it.The only place where bowing to fellow drivers on the road exists! 
My mind says not to rush. Go one sensation at a time. Trying to decipher Japan with my Mumbai-battered brain may just be like trying to make masala sushi! Impossible. All I can do is ramble on- on a blog. Sayonara!
