Saturday, 8 March 2014
(Photo: Shared from Facebook) "One's own thought is one's world. What a person thinks is what he/she becomes - That is the eternal mystery. If the mind dwells within the supreme Self, One enjoys undying happiness." Happy International Women's Day. Cheers to all beautiful women who make our world and our lives wonderful!
Wednesday, 5 March 2014
It rains chocolates and roses in this stronghold of Carnival celebration on Rosenmontag or Rose Monday. Millions of visitors flock to the city waiting for the huge parade and floats while native onlookers scream for Kamelle (sweets) and Strüssje (flowers). All over in Viva Cologna, one hears Alaaf and not Helau. Alaaf traces it origin to Fürst Metternich in his letter saying Cölle al aff meaning Köln über alles (Köln above all). Rosenmontag is the biggest day of the so-called Tolle Tage (crazy days)for merrymaking before the seasons ends on Ash Wednesday but the jecken (clowns) will come back to life on November 11, at 11.11am. Hope you get the mood by watching the video and looking at some of the photos from the Rosenmontag parade.
Sunday, 2 March 2014
One of the so-called Tolle Tage (crazy days) during Carnival season in Cologne. This Sunday Parade is participated by the different schools and districts of the city of Cologne. Selected groups from this Schull-und Veedelszöch parade particpate in the biggest street celebration on Rosenmontag attracting millions of guests to this stronghold of Carnival celebration, to the city of Cologna. Kölle Alaaaf or what they say now, Kölle Alove! Rose Monday
Saturday, 1 March 2014
Friday, 28 February 2014
Tradition has it that Weiberfastnacht starts officially at 11.11 when women storm townhalls and enjoy their power for the whole Thursday. It was late in the afternoon when we decided to storm the city thinking that the Carnival crowd has dispersed, and we could find a cozy nook for our dinner before watching Monumental Men. It was too late to go back home when we reached the city and saw the aftermath of the day's merriment: a frog princess sitting on the sticky floor of one of the underground stations and obviously drunk was being consoled by her pirate, a green fairy slipped as she crossed the underpass while a huge brown bear was vomitting up his booze. It was raining outside the station but it didn't seem to bother walking and drinking blondes from NYPD with sunglasses in the rainy Weiberfastnacht, or American Indians, cowboys, Mexicans, bishops, sailors, sheiks, witches, devils, soccer players, air hostesses, clowns, repairmen, cleaning women, magicians, supermen, knights and what have you. We were lucky to have found a table in a Turkish restaurant now peopled by interesting characters in blue, white or pink wigs and costumes. We were enjoying our kebabs and köfte and beers with piped-in Turkish disco music and Italian songs coming from a group of table thumping diners. Finally, inside the movie house, we could escape the mayhem and enjoyed the presence of George Clooney and his Monumental Men. We were also in the company of real people, no masks, no capes but only in basic winter wear and just wanting to see good film on Weiberfastnacht. The trip back home was like a three-ring circus with delays and a mob which all wanted to get into the train. Alaaaf!