Holidays... : Moscow!

Moscow! I'm finally here! I never imagined that I would ever visit Russia, until I met my friends at IFP School.

Russia is a beautiful country. I never understood the true meaning of beauty until I came to Russia. Here, I found that there is beauty in everything!

Beauty in the form of a single rose, in a book, in architecture, in art, in music, in sculpture, even on the walls and roofs of buildings!

An item is not just an item. It is the ultimate art when an item not only serves its function, but also pleases the one who beholds it at the same time. Imagine holding a smooth,warm,furry embroidered purple velvet book with gold letterings which chronicles the rich Russian history from the Ice age until the modern times; or imagine walking in the train stations, looking up at the ceilings with bright light which shine onto white ribbons and floral designs; or even looking through a transparent roof which serves as the base of a fountain, with gushing water constantly splashing over it under the glittering sun rays... Ahh! This, is Russia!

Here, I learnt that a building is not just a mere building. Each construction, each building has its own style, which represents its architect and the era they were constructed. It symbolizes the identity, the richness, the grandiose of a nation. Even the space between buildings, between walls, and height of the rooms tell a story. Each empty space, each solid surface, is a space for the creation of art. A place to tell a story, to transmit a message, to remind one of the years gone by, and envisioning of a hopeful and brighter future. A building made from red earth and bricks has a rich soul, wise beyond its years, an ever present witness to the events from one era to another. Its style of construction, whether it has a golden domed roof or a coloured one; whether it has a cross, straight or crooked; whether it's painted red with shite stripes, or white with gold borders; it is not only unique but a display of elegance and records of historical events.

I love Russia. My Russian friends laments the worsening economic condition of their country, the lack of appreciation towards their countries' talented artists, musicians and academicians. I too feel for them. But when I look at the beauty of the country, in nature, in architecture, in science, in literature, in music, and in art, I think it is a blessing to be living in Russia. For one can only create beautiful pieces when one's mind is at peace. Beauty is, after all, a reflection of our soul's inner peace .

Even though it is difficult to enter Russia for travellers from non-Russian speaking countries (with strict visa requirements), it is still great for me. Indeed, there are always two sides to a coin. Having partially closed doors means limiting ties to the outside world, but it also means you carefully select those whom you want to allow into your world, to ensure the people living within your borders are protected, innocent, unpolluted and well-cared for. It ensures the continuity of your cultural heritage and preservation of your identity.

After this trip to Russia, I am inspired. Behind each closed door, is a hidden gem. I intend to discover or at least peer through each of these windows to have a glimpse into the world behind every door.