25 February 2010
If I was sitting besides the window, drinking coffee, watching the rain outside, pondering over nothings, im pretty sure it wouldnt feel grey, wet and depressing. Maybe I am missing out on all the good things in life. The things that actually matter.
I wish I could do this.
I wish I could go to Starbucks (I have a special attachment to that place) "right now" for a hot chocolate.
I wish I could sit by the window and read a book. (I know I can, but I cant/wont :| )
I wish I could have mom and mugdha come and stay with me here.
I wish East would meet the West.... and fast!! I am hating this distance every passing day.
I wish I didn't feel so damn pessimistic about everything!
I wish I could 'somehow' vent the thoughts out that are bogging me down.
I wish I had the courage to do the things I actually 'wish'.
A looong sigh
12 February 2010
This trip to india is going to be memorable in many ways. It was eventful, to say the least!
I never knew I would enjoy my wedding so much! I belong to that species who hate socialising, attending functions and weddings, getting decked up etc. Now for such an anti-social creature like me, the wedding turned out to be one the the best times, and one of the fun filled times I have ever had.
To start with, I was meeting all my relatives (who had taken the trouble to come all the way to calcutta where the wedding was) after god knows how many years. And this set of relatives who had turned up for the wedding are among those funny, jovial and awesome set of relatives! So all of us literally had a ball. I have laughed till I had tears in my eyes in that one week i was in calcutta.
And secondly, bengali weddings are SO much fun. I have only attended maharashtrian weddings till now, and sorry to say, but I have always found myself getting supremely bored at them. Compared to MH weddings, I found bengali weddings so full of activites. I felt like i was in a movie scene... holding the betel leaves to cover my face, with my poor uncles having to lift me up on a 'paat' and take me round 'S' 7 times. One of my uncles claimed that he couldnt attend the remaining of the ceremonies because he broke his back :| .
And in the end, my relatives lifting me up and S's relatives lifting him up in the air and seeing who goes the highest. The final verdict, given out by the pundit said we did a draw. I guess he only said it to avoid the bashing from me and S's aunts ;). I totally loved the conch shell they blow on every 10 minutes and the "uluulu" noise they make. Though I hope someone should have warned me about the "ululu" noise before. I found it exceedingly funny and most of my pics have me with my teeth in their full display.
One person marginally escaped getting bashed up from me. And that was the makeup lady. In the 4 hours we spent with each other on the wedding day and reception in calcutta, I am sure I have not cursed anyone that much, and she must not have cursed anyone so much in her entire career. She made my life miserable in those 4 hours, and I made pretty sure that I made her life miserable too :| . I am the kind of person who hates to even use a moisturiser on my face. Vaseline is the only "cosmetic" I use. So with that known, it pissed me off royally when she used about 50 different things on my face. My warnings to use minimum makeup went un headed. It was like it was her wedding. urgh! But then she was quickly forgotten once the wedding fun began :)
The second reception we had at Pune was awesome too. S's parents and sis were visiting us in Pune for the first time and they loved it there! I got to meet all of my friends who had turned up in large quantities. It felt nice meeting my project guide, my friend's parents and my aunts who couldnt make it to the wedding in calcutta. And I felt more comfortable in my own skin, with no make up ladies bugging me :)
At the end of all the festivities, I heaved a sigh of relief... why? Because I was wearing saree for the first time in my life, and didnt fall down. Not even once . yay!!
09 February 2010
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
-- From the movie "Harold and Kumar"