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Of spring and its effects, & of ice cream and cultures, and of books

The days keep getting more and more beautiful.
The warmth and cool breeze is something to experience after all that snow and cold (that can melt and vaporize your face away – something one would expect the heat to do it but extreme cold can also achieve)
So, the nice day bearing 80F stamp all over it makes it irresistible to be indoors. I duly and obediently took a stroll with a book; I am currently reading, in hand. Now those, who have spent a lot of time with me know I rarely ever leave house without keys/mobile/wallet. And the beauty and happiness all around me inspires me … to shop. I immediately follow my instincts which lead me to Barnes and Nobles. From there, I go off to Borders and finally buy something.

And all this while was not spent only enjoying but also apologizing to Emily Bronte, E.M. Forster and various others authors I have read ( but could not recollect :$ ). I love you and I loved your work, I really did, but pardon me when I thought that you overstretched it while mentioning how winters would make an invalid out of a man. Someone in the family would become sick with undiagnosable, someone would be “white as sheet” and then spring would break and picnic baskets would magically get prepared and small clearing would be found in woods and sheets be spread and so would be the food. The handkerchiefs would drop strategically and so on, and the “white a sheet” person would get the color back and that it would be great joyous family occasion.

I loved all that stuff, don’t get started on the how above written is terrible mish mash but I just could not understand how month of March could be just sooo heaven sent.

I understand now and I apologize.


Some days back someone just mentioned that one of his Turkish (?, not sure now) friend just could not eat cinnamon rolls here or any cookie or dessert which had a hint of cinnamon. In fact, it drove her crazy. Reason, in her culture cinnamon was used extensively for savory foods. And therefore cinnamon in desserts would make her go nuts. I experienced that when I ate a red bean (chili/kidney bean/rajmah/whatever) ice cream. It tastes ok, it is less creamy than an ice cream and yet not like those frozen candies. It tasted perfectly ok, it was an ice cream made of red beans and also had few beans sticking (hidden) inside it. Bonus! Everything was good, but I just could not eat it. I faced a mental block, I could not savor it at all, & it remained uneaten. On the other hand, I really liked the green tea ice cream (Mochis), no mental block there, not at all.













Mochi - Green Tea Icecream

The One that I liked
The One that I liked!

Azuki bean Icecream

The One that I didn't like
The One that I didn’t like!

The red bean ice cream reminded me of a particular incident from “the Magic Faraway tree” by Enid Blyton. This tree is gigantic and magical and it has a magical land on top of it hidden with clouds ( the clouds part is how I envision it). The characters ( Moonface, Tinks, and some children—> my poor poor memory) can climb upto this magic land (but have to be come down the tree before a certain time). Once they get into this land where they can get ice cream of any flavor they want, absolutely any and every flavor that is or is not, is available! One of them does not believe, orders a sardine ice cream and hey presto! gets it.

I, ahem, felt same.

Noticed

  1. The sky outside, yesterday. A very pretty sight indeed! Even at midnight, it glowed with an evening glory. A very captivating dark hue of pink and blue and gray.

  2. The snow outside, right now. With very very strange footmarks. The foot marks are eerie. They can’t be of a human. But they have to belong to a 2 legged creature, and judging by the step wise (at least 1.5 times bigger than my step size, this creature does seem frightening. Strangely the step size is smaller where they seem to start and gets bigger towards where the snow meets the cold unmarkable gravel of road.

  3. Vending machine in Indy Airport, around mid of December.

    iPod Vendor

    I was left totally surprised when I saw it and I thought it was only Amer-I-gnorant me who was gasping, but it took the Americans by surprise too. Everyone was crowding around the machine and checking it out. Apple does know how to package stuff :)
    Not only the idea of putting iPod and related accessories in a vending machine is thinking out of the box but putting this machine at the airport tops it. To facilitate the last minute Christmas gift shopping for parents/spouse when you flying to meet them!

    Another shot iPod vendor 2

Go Colts!

:)

All the hype makes all the more sense now.

GO COLTS, GO!

Timepass

The weeks are whooshing by me fast. I am left with no clue when Monday turns to Friday.

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

Back on its feet!

The site was down for a while. Sorry for that but it is back :)

While it was down I had to tinker around a lot, and I discovered a few lil things (which I should have known anyways)
But, it means that I am going to spend a huge amount of time on this thing which also means the paper which is due this Thu. is gonna be hurt badly. Or few more less-sleep nights (sleepless nights are impossible for me now) which also means I am gonna be found sleeping in the school in between work, project, paper, tests, grading and the madness which generally ensues around everything.

Aging hastefully

No longer can I bear a day when I am ok with a sleep spanning less than 8 hours. 6 hours of sleep makes me feel like a zombie the whole day. I just got up from nap (which was finished with a terrifying dream—> me meeting with the most terrible death, like good movies dream didnt end with a gory me but a subtle sign that I am going to meet my destiny in the worst possible way ever).

But, definetely those days where I could do with least of the sleep, least of the food, least of the exercises are over. I will have to make efforts now to stay healthy and alive.

I am getting old. I am old.

Rejection

Yeah, so I got my first financial rejection here :(

Why?
Because I did not have a credit history.
And pray, why don’t you have one?
Well, because I do not have a credit card.
So, dear girl what’s stopping you, why don’t you get a credit card for yourself?
Because they need credit history to issue you the card, without that you can’t get one.
Are you sure you are not under ‘influence’ or something?

And the credit card hence credit history and hence only then the credit card seem so elusive.
More elusive than that ‘A+’ I have’nt got and have’nt even though about.

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