December 3rd, 2008 by galadriel

What will happen to our TRPs ??!!

December 2nd, 2008 by galadriel

Alright I know I have been silent for a while, I have nothing to say about the events of last week. Others, people smarter than me, have said more and better things and I cannot do anything sitting here except nod and seethe and fume. I know that’s lame and if I need to see change I should do something myself yada yada yada. Hence I shall choose to remain silent.

I had an awesome Thanksgiving break. Except for the ominous shadow of the Mumbai massacre, I was happy to be back. I felt at home and at peace with myself. After a long time. And for once, I did not want to leave and come back to my life here. I miss being amongst the people I have grown with in the last 2 years. I was happy to know that they haven’t changed at all and neither have I. We’ve all been through a lot together and as individuals and the change is telling. *Edited to add:- Clarification after reading Pavi’s comment: I did NOT go to India, I went to NJ, where I went to school for my Masters. Little India, if I may :D*

I managed to eat at all the places I wanted to except for one. I realized that Indian food has so much variety that you can never be satisfied with eating just one type. And for a vegetarian, Indian food offers the most options to choose from.

I watched Yuvvraj. I cannot put down in words the pain that is watching the movie. And for people who dare to compare Rahman with Viju Shah, I have the choicest set of expletives in store for you. You and me, outside. And by outside I mean email.

I was listening to some of Shreya Ghoshal’s older tracks and I realized how much her voice has changed over the years. Her voice has acquired a wonderful, ethereal quality now that was absent before. While her singing dripped with the innocence of her age earlier, now she sings with a maturity far beyond her years. That girl is gonna go places, mark my words.

Ooh and best of all, I got my MS degree certificate!!! Yipppeeeeee. I now actually have a Masters degree. All these days I was secretly kinda scared that something might go wrong at the last minute and I’d get a mail saying ‘We’re sorry you have to complete a gazillion more credits, we can’t give you your degree’ or something to that effect. But I didn’t and I actually got the certificate! Yayy me.

The madness is returning! And no I’m not linking anything because then people start accusing me of looking for an excuse to mention them in every post of mine. So there.

Alright, my boss is going to throw me out for blogging at work so I better start pretending to be working real quick. Ciao!

November 25th, 2008 by galadriel

SEV tagged me to write 6 random things about me. Here they are. Go read his blog for the rules. And I’m tagging the usual suspects - Rayshma, DDD, Preethi, Pixie.

- I cannot go to bed leaving dishes in the sink overnight. Now that shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you. Do you know me but at all?

- I always bite the nail on my right hand thumb before anything important. Usually, it’s before exams and I bite the nail off so deep that I invariably end up with a painful right hand especially when I need it to be most wieldy.

- I have a flair for languages. I taught myself how to read and write Tamil, since I was never educated in Chennai, so it wasn’t part of my school curriculum. I can speak at least as good, if not better Marathi than my Maharashtrian counterparts. Raj Thackeray, back off!! I can understand and read Kannada, I took French for about 2 years in junior college (yeah, I think I even topped the class in the subject, but don’t ask me anything now, I don’t even remember un peu).

- I always work my butt off to get what I want, and when I have it, I throw it away, knowing that the thrill was in proving that I could do it. It makes me end things on my terms, and walk away while I’m at the top.

- I need my bath water to be searing hot. I leave the cold shower knob almost unturned. Even in the summer.

- I have excessively dry skin. I needed to moisturize when I was in India, even during the summer. After coming here I moisturize twice a day in the summer with an intensive care lotion and during the winter I use baby oil (also twice a day).

Ok, you guys. I’m at work so I couldn’t link you up. Will do when I get home.

November 9th, 2008 by galadriel

Cary Brothers playing in the background, you have a weird sense of expectation intermingled with a sense of self doubt. You wonder if this was worth the wait. The frustration, the anger, the surrender. And then the resurrection. At what cost? To spend these lonely cold evenings alone? You read, you listen, you write. But nothing seems to fill the emptiness that threatens to consume you. You check the watch every so often, hoping, praying that it’s time to sleep. The clock seems stuck at 8.33. And what will sleep bring? You know you will sleep, eventually, because your body will overpower your thought. Which is what the purpose was anyway.

But while you wait for that to happen, you have no choice but to live with your thoughts. Thoughts that seem to be all around you, in your head, out of your body, ricocheting off the silent walls, creeping into your brain and draining you of any semblance of hope or happiness you might have left. You wonder why it has to be this hard. Why, after all these months of struggling to get here, now that you have it you wish you didn’t. You wish you had something better. Human nature. Never ceases to surprise you.

The clock is at 8.42 now. You are surprised that it took you this long to type out the few sentences above, even though your mind is flooding with thoughts. The pain, the longing, the solitude: how do you express what they are doing to you? How do you explain why it is that you made this particular choice? Does the alternative seem more appealing now? Certainly not. Logically it follows that you chose well. Then why is it leaving you feeling this lousy?

You pick up the phone. You want to call the one person you know will make you feel better. And yet you don’t. Because calling him will only serve to emphatically drive home what you already know.

It’s 10 minutes off 9. You decide to get something to eat because you need your body functioning normally if you want to get through this week. And then the phone rings. You smile. Because, after all, you wouldn’t have this feeling of pleasure and hope, of the joy of your next meeting if you hadn’t chosen this path.

October 26th, 2008 by galadriel

Hello World!

I’m back.

Updates:

• Things are moving in the right direction. I’m happy. Will tell you more about this when the time comes.
• My blog had an anniversary. Oct 11th. I missed it. Sorry, blog.
• I turned 25. Feels about the same, except now the pressure is building. Everyone’s asking me when I’m getting married, like it’s the ultimate path to Nirvana.
• Missing the bitchiness and the madness terribly.
• Spoke to DDD for the first time ever. She sounds exactly as I imagined her to be.
• I recently discovered that I have some of the most amazing friends. My gang at school all celebrated my birthday even though it was 2 weeks late. And the two most amazing people that I’ve been living with for the past few months are more special to me than they will ever know.
• I’m gonna miss New England.
• Tried to watch ‘Kidnap’. Couldn’t. Someone please explain to me why since times immemorial, it has been taking exactly 3 minutes for the cops to trace a call in ever Hindi movie? One would think that with the scientific and technological development achieved over the last few decades, this detection time should have been reduced?? Gah.