A ferry ride around the Manhatton island; a walk from the Circle Line pier to Rockefeller Center via Times Square and Broadway; and back to the Port Authority bus terminal, by tri-cycle rickshaw. This sums up our New York visit. There may well be a million other ways of doing the city.
We - my wife and I - wanted to get a 'feel' of the place; had only a day in which to get it. And we couldn't have done so much, in so short a time, without the company of our gracious host, Mrs Shyamala Ramaprasad of Millington, NJ. What pleased us more was her saying that she really enjoyed it. Which is something, coming as it does, from someone who must have been to NY countless times escorting guests from India, in her 38 years of stay in New Jersey.
A sidewalk neon-signboard at Times Sq.said,'Heaven Can Wait'. Dead right. We had things to do first - such as hagggle with the rickshaw driver over the fare to the bus terminal. He demanded an outrageous $25,only to bring it down to $20; and I beat it down further, to $15. Which was still, they said, a few dollars more than doing it by a taxi, if we could get one that is - at Rockefeller Center around 5.30 pm on a weekday.
As it turned out, we paid the pedicab driver five dollars more ($20), for the experience of riding a rickshaw down Fifth Ave.,and for the photo opportunity. Mrs Prasad said this was her first rickshaw ride through the Times Square. The three of us, squeezed into a space for two on the tri-cycle, must have been a sight, judging from the number of tourist cameras that were focused on us as we were pedalled through Broadway.
The three-hour ferry-ride that took us around Manhattan gave us a seagull's eye-view of the sky-scrapered city; and a glimpse of New York's backyard - the Subway yard cluttered with junked railway carriages, and Pier 76 where NYDP holds cars towed away from for parking in no-parking zones in the city.
Our guide on board (see photo) - Mike Jason (or was it, Jack Mason?) - was so full of trivia on NY life that he brought to life steel and glass paneled buildings on the New York skyline. He pointed to the high-rises that housed Barbara Striesand, Dustin Hoffman, Henry Kissinger; and film studio where they shot widely watched TV serials - Law & Order, Sex and the City, Sopranos and what-have-you. Jason, our guide, pointed to a building where Nicole Kidman bought an apartment recently.
We passed by a couple of man-made waterfalls. The first one we saw wasn't working; what we got to see was a scaffolding in steel, rising upto 100 ft or more. And that wasn't much of a ssight.
My host, Mr Ramaprasad, referred to the corrosive effect of these man-made waterfalls, on the steel fittings of the structures in the vicinity. The falls have been raised in the Hudson river, which has a fair measure of salt. The Statue of Liberty, moulded in copper, has gone green.
Goldman Sachs, said our guide, pointing to a green-glass panelled high-rise that had 89 floors. As we ferried past Pier 76 he noted that here was where the New York Police brought all cars they towed away for wrong parking. They had bought in a thousand cars that morning, he said (as if he had checked it out earlier in the day), and their owners would have to pay a fine of $280 to reclaim their vehicles. Unclaimed cars are dumped into the Hudson river!!! Our guide is apparently given to spins.
What they do dump into the high seas are junked Subway cars. Our ferry passed by a barge laden with junked rail carriages, ready to be taken to the high seas. Abandoned rail carriages resting on the seabed, they say, is conducive for growth of sea-weeds and other forms of marine vegetation that fish feed on.
Jason, who kept up his chatter for much of the three-hour run, appeared never short of trivia. Pointing to a riverside building, he said Leonardo Dicaprio had recently acquired an apartment there. The place was not very far from an abandoned pier, where the Titanic was to have docked, had the ship completed it maiden voyage (1912). The pier attracts Titanic buffs visiting NY. , in case you dont know, figured in Titanic, the movie.
Pointing towards another high-rise, our guide observed that it had been home to Marilyn Manroe while she was married to author Arthur Miller. And then there was the penthouse Frank Sinatra had owned. We took Jason's word for it. In the absence of anyone on board who cared to contest his stories Jason had the floor, all to himself, to spin all he wanted. There are 25,000 restaurants and eating joints in city, said Jason, adding he had been able to eat only in 23,000 so far.
As our ferry passed by Gracie's Mansion - official residence of the NY mayor - Jason mentioned that the present mayor Bloomberg didn't live there, and used his official residence mainly to recieve visiting dignitaries. He wondered if the mayor's office had been informed about our visit (those on ferry) - "If he were in the house, Mr Bloomberg would have waved at us from his balcony".
Gracie's mansion, behind the tree-cover on shoreline, was hardly visible from our ferry.
His wife Purnima.
They met as students at BITS, Pilani, married as Colleagues at TCS; and they now live in Chennai. Purnima was photographed in New Delhi (Sept.2007) at her in-laws' sashtiyapti - Govindan and Bhagya. 
Bhagya, my sister, works for the Delhi Development Authority (DDA). Govindan, a retired company executive, is into volunteerng at a neighbourhood temple in New Delhi.
Baby(Subbulakshmi), Bhagya's elder sister, doing the honours at brother-in-law's 'second marriage'. Baby is based in Chennai, with her son Raja Chakrapani and daughter-in-law Radha.
Radha and Raja (if you can figure them out from this poor shot) at the Vizak wedding.
Their only son Praveen (left) with cousin Mukesh. Seated behind him is his father Muthuraman; and Babu (left), son of Sambu (my chitti) at Pollachi. Incidentally, Babu is perhaps the only member of the third-generation Chakrapani family who hasn't eft Pollachi. He works for a an insurance company at Udumalpet and commutes from Pollachi.
A closer,and clearer, profile of Babu, taken at Shankar's wedding in Vizak.
Kalpana, a third-generation member of the Chakrapani family, is my sister Baby's daughter. A school teacher, Kalpana lives in Coimbatore.
This, a picture of a fourth-generation clan member, Saranya, helping with the steps her great grandma and the eldest surviving member of the Chakrapani clan.
Rajesh with daughter Saranya, at the sashtiyapti function of Govindan and Bhagya in New Delhi.
