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Archive for January, 2007

Some ideas

A list of possible categories of discussion in an online message board for community (that I came up with) :

Daily tips and tricks
Auto tricks
Internet and computer tricks
Politricks

:P Sounds stupid, but am laughing by myself, for myself, of myself.

Look ma, no ugly shoes

Today is a memorable day, of sorts.

I BOUGHT A PAIR OF SANDALS FOR MYSELF! On the scale of high-points-in-my-life, this event ranks high. Because it has been so rare in my life. Hardly ever, a sandal would fit my feet. I will dismally settle down for sport shoes, or some other footwear which I would hate from the bottom of my heart. Because there is nothing, noTHING that would fit these giant feet.

Was I thrilled to see pretty sandals for women with big feet? Oh boy! that is not even a question. I was, I was, I was is the answer if you have not guessed.

{One caveat though : Sandals might be available for larger feet, but they still come with heels. Heels is something I don’t prefer in my footwear. But oh well! This is a beginning, and I will embrace it with open arms. (read Beggars can’t be choosers, has become too deeply ingrained), I guess a bit of heal has done no one a harm except the those who have been stepped on, I can live with them}

today-is-a-happy-day-i-am-happy-today-is-a-happy-day-i-am-happy-ta-ra-ra-ta-ra-ra :)

Old whine, new times

Tomorrow starts the new day of my second semester of graduate education.

Right now, I am 18 years and 1 semester deep into my formal education. That’s not a small time. But yet, as I move from one class to other the quandary of organizing books, notes, articles, loose sheets of the previous class dogs me.

What am I to do? How should I organize them, that they take minimum space, don’t make room look cramped, are easily accessible, remain complete, easy to refer to, don’t depend upon memory to be useful, require least work.

My mom, whenever I go home, threatens to give/throw/dispose/get rid of my undergraduate books. “Or at least the notebooks”, she pleads. True, I haven’t looked at them since I got my degree, but that they are there is so comforting. What if, I ever need to know the Taylor Series, I can always pick up my Real Analysis notebook, the one whose cover is 2/3 torn, half of the remaining is toast dry (the sort where the paper dries after getting wet accidentally) and carries marks of water or the one where I hand drew the language tree in my linguistics class or the one where I designed that counter (I don’t even remember what it did, but oh! it was the exercise in Digital Electronics, the last assignment which tested it all, it was a toughie, but if you could design it, it was a cutie, does anyone remember that??). See, I can point my finger at a book and know which one I am talking about but sadly I have forgotten the contents of it.

True, nowadays mostly articles and notes are online, and you can write down lectures directly on your laptop, but that sudden inspired rush when the lecture makes total complete sense, or that design you think of, or something equally inspiring which rounds up the education usually ends up penciled in a notebook or a textbook. For me, at least.

Needed : a good idea for archiving the old class stuff.

Advent of 2007

Hoping everyone a good year ahead (not the tire, but to them as well)

This winter break went exceptionally well, something which I had not been anticipating at all. Well, leaving Pune and the friends was the hardest thing this year. And having them missing and lacking those times had made me all blue-sy . But I got to meet my very own people this break. Not all of them, I would absolutely love that but at the same time it is very tough to manage that kind of feat, given we must be 15-20 of us. :)

So, a week in Raleigh, NC where I met 5 of my dear friends was absolutely thrilling, not to mention I skied for the very first time. I wasn’t good at it but I was not exceptionally bad at it either. I was not afraid of it but at the same time I was also not very comfortable with the speed a ski gathers. But, it was big big fun.

This was how it was



The fun did not stop here. I returned from Raleigh feeling ultra bad to leave the friends and good time back. It was the day of Christmas and I mocked myself to be alone on that day. Only to find a gift for me. :) It filled me with glee. I opened up the parcel like a hungry wolf and almost cried in disbelief. It was a leather overcoat from a friend – my ex roommate of the wonderful times in Pune. This was the same leather coat I borrowed from her several times in Pune, just because I liked it on me. 3 weeks before Christmas, I mentioned to her that as the temperature went sub zero for the first time in my life it reminded me of her coat. Little did I imagine, she would do this. I had not known that she would do a Santa to me.

@Dox ppl : now, the powers of Magica have been official transferred to me.
Well, I strutted around in her coat which now is mine.

And, if you think magic of this winter break stopped here for me, you are very wrong, because another Pune friend of mine paid me a visit.For one, I cooked a delicious dinner of which I am very proud of myself (since it was once in 100 years kind of thing) and then I had a whale of time looking around my state and not to forget some good meals I got to tuck. There are more photos and more stories (mostly scary ones) but later.. phew