Zen and Tao would be proud of...

She woke up. It was darkness all over. But her eyes grew accustomed to it. She knew she couldnt stay. She had to leave. She didnt know where she was going, she just knew she had to keep going. This wasnt her home. Was there a home at all? Or was it so long back she forgot what it felt? She was tired and weary of travelling. But that was the only thing she did. She couldnt just give up and stop. She had to keep going. Was it worth it? Was there a destination at all? If it was the journey, where are those co-passengers anyway? She knew there would be other days, but right now she was soo frustrated with herself and the world at large. She was tired of being a stranger in a strange land. It was like she could stand in the middle of a village square and yell at the top of her lungs, and people would still mill around as usual, and notice nothing. Except she didnt want to yell. She walked with them, but she couldnt identify herself with them, nor they with her. There were people who tried, there were people she wanted to try.She spoilt some herself. Some were just not meant to be.And then there were others....

Was it just her not trying hard enough? Sometimes she had to answer a yes. She had travelled so much, that she was tired of the whole charade. She would find people , and then they had their paths to go, or she had hers.It was like "Ok, so you are bored, I am bored of walking alone, so lets keep up a mindless chatter till the corner of the street, where I turn left and you go straight". There were days when her cheeks hurt at the street corner, with the stress of putting up a phony smile. And then there were other days, when she stood at the corner of the street for a long time, watching people, letting go, wishing there was no such street corners anymore in the road ahead.What is with these people anyway, she wondered. Roaming around like they knew where they had to go.Speaking for herself, she had no such illusions.
(to be continued)
If only I could write all about what I want to, this post would be very, very different.

*silence *

Another one of those...........

Your Linguistic Profile:

70% General American English
20% Yankee
5% Dixie
5% Midwestern
0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?
Saw Hitch. Hitch as in noun, not as in verb.

Well, it was cheesy in a lot of parts, but then overall, I did enjoy it.

My lethargy has reached new levels, to the extent that I have started attributing all my lack of motivation to "gradschool end-of-the-year burnout syndrome". I really dont care, I sleep until noon, bunk classes, eat like a pig and sleep like a donkey, shout at my mom over international calls and think about why suddenly everyone around me is married/engaged/committed/expecting a baby/gay.

And oh, it happened. I must admit, I didnt see this coming. I mean, all people around me were getting married and all, but it did not hit me hard, until I saw this mail sitting in my inbox."I AM GETTING ENGAGED". It was from someone in the gang.I mean, it hits you hard.Yesterday we were this bunch of people shouting outside MB at odd hours and getting reprimanded from Mbans. And today, one of us, is actually getting married. Man, I tell you, it is a huge deal.
But yes, it is sort of like this "Monalisa Smile" movie. I am happy for her.
It was a boring Friday afternoon.

And then he walked in to the office.So damn cute looking, and full of energy, making everyone stop what they were doing and take notice.But he left in five minutes.

As he left, he came up me,and threw himself around me.A bear hug and a very cute kiss followed.Followed by more sloppy kisses.He is such a darling.

I pulled him closer again and kissed him.I love Merick.
Yes, the past few weeks have been really good.But my dear lappie has decided to take a break from the outside world.That,coupled with an exponential increase in the "laziness co-efficient"of yours truly, explains the long absence from blogworld.Well,not quite.

So anyway,the past few weekends have heralded an overdose of Indian stuff.It began with an ISA(Indian Students Assoc.) Holi bash - good food, singing and dancefloors.The next week saw me sit through an abysmally boring Bharatnatyam performance.This weekend,I, armed with a new haircut ,hit the dance floor(although I was late enough to miss the free food), and joined the singing with our Desi DJ , flown in all the way from Atlanta.Sunday was marked by, standing in the line for what seemed like eternity to get some really insipid food that I had lost all appetite for.I then hosted Jayanthi Kumaresh(I was tempted to tell her a lot of times, how I have shamelessly lech at her hubby, and missed tests at BITS just to see her hubby in concert!!!), and compered a really awesome Jugalbandhi of the Veena and Sitar(by Gaurav Mazumdar).

Well, with the Internship just round the corner, my already waning study hours are almost non-exsistent now.Correspondingly, the number of absolutely heinous movies I have watched lately have increased.Sometimes I wonder why I subject myself to movies like "Devadayai Kanden".Well, of course I get awfully pissed seeing such movies, and not only that,well,the discussion that ensues,does nothing good to my already strong opinions about how MCPness is ingrained in the Indian culture.

I mean it is absolutely horrendous, to see this one thought echoed over and over again, in various ways - comedy, or songs or the "thathuvam" part of Tamil movies. The college guys, preferably a large gang of them,sitting on a "kuttisuvar", catcalling all females. Along comes a bearded guy, and immediately one of them has to say this "Oh yes, you know you should never trust girls, they always flirt with you and leave you in the lurch.They roam around(in bike) with you, eat free food, and finally, there will land a guy from the US(please note the point, it has to be the US, not Australia not UK, always US!!!) who her parents think is a good match, and zoom, she comes to you with her invitation card, and also promises she will name her son after you.You have seen many Devdases in history, have you ever seen any female devdas??"

I could go on for pages and pages, about this thing alone, but I'd rather not.Over the years I have learnt that there as many female MCPs as there are male feminists.I mean, it takes all types to make up the world.What I dont understand though, is how movies such as these, and dialogues like these are met with furious cheer from even the urban tamil population.It just reflects a very skewed outlook of a society at large.

And makes me much more cynical of Tam men than ever.
Remember how I crib that the thing I miss so much about Bangalore is the shuttle ride to home after work, listening to 91 FM??Well, fate or whatever, decided that I put a bandage on my foot, impairing my mobility.So I take a shuttle to work these days, and end up listening to some really crappy Cincy radio.But today I heard this really good one:

Q:If april showers bring may flowers, what does may flower bring?


Yes, today is one of those lucky days when, between those horrendous equation slides, and a really big peice of code you wrote suddenly not making sense to you, you discover this post lying in your blogger drafts!!!!
Two out of three of us, at our house belong to the WMN(Wireless Mobile Networking) lab.So it is a common sight to see the two of us talk about MANETs and frequency reuse strategies, much to the chagrin of my Biz school roomie.But we did not realise how serious the situation was until:

Yesterday , my roomie's future Mother-in-law had sent her some wedding invitation ideas.The three of us were working to come up with a novel yet formal wording for the invitation.And :

Mr.ABC and Mrs. XYZ ABC
would be happy to have you join them
on the wonderful occasion
when their son
seeks the hand off
in marriage on......"