Friday, 29 October 2010
Saturday, 9 October 2010
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
So you, thought you, might like to go to the show.....ten years later
We finally watched Roger Waters in concert last Friday. Together. Finally !
Endless are the number of times the boy has whined and howled and scorned and screamed about me watching Roger Waters twice minus him. In my defence, I didn't know the boy at the time of the first concert (And I only met him afterwards thanks to the events that unfolded during that concert. So ya, thanks Waters uncle!), and he wasn't in India at the time of the second.
Clearly, I am not the overly-romantic-main-tumhare-bina-adhuri-hoon varieties. So skipping the concert the first two times ka to sawaal hi nahin tha ! As they say in bangla, I am the "dhor takta, maar perek" ["Hold board, hit nail" - literal translation. "Strike while the iron is hot" - copied from bangla (obviously), close enough English counterpart] sorts.
But I digress (obviously). So we went for the concert last Friday. All giggly and holding hands and giddy with excitement. It was the 'The Wall' concert and that was the first time I was seeing that one too. So it was a first of sorts for both of us.
We gaped in awe at all the audio-visual treats that Waters concerts are famous for, and the wall being built through the concert just to come crashing down in the end. Waters has aged. He didn't guitar much and I doubt he sang any of the songs himself. But, age happens and legends must age too. So it's all good and stuff.
However, for me the best part of the concert was that we were finally seeing it together. A completely different experience from the first two. Where I had blocked out the whole world and stood mesmerized by Waters, this time I focussed on just the feeling of being with the boy and pushed Waters into a background track for possibly one of our best two odd hours spent together.
I left the concert with a strange sense of completeness and a big tick mark on my 'things to do' list =)
Endless are the number of times the boy has whined and howled and scorned and screamed about me watching Roger Waters twice minus him. In my defence, I didn't know the boy at the time of the first concert (And I only met him afterwards thanks to the events that unfolded during that concert. So ya, thanks Waters uncle!), and he wasn't in India at the time of the second.
Clearly, I am not the overly-romantic-main-tumhare-bina-adhuri-hoon varieties. So skipping the concert the first two times ka to sawaal hi nahin tha ! As they say in bangla, I am the "dhor takta, maar perek" ["Hold board, hit nail" - literal translation. "Strike while the iron is hot" - copied from bangla (obviously), close enough English counterpart] sorts.
But I digress (obviously). So we went for the concert last Friday. All giggly and holding hands and giddy with excitement. It was the 'The Wall' concert and that was the first time I was seeing that one too. So it was a first of sorts for both of us.
We gaped in awe at all the audio-visual treats that Waters concerts are famous for, and the wall being built through the concert just to come crashing down in the end. Waters has aged. He didn't guitar much and I doubt he sang any of the songs himself. But, age happens and legends must age too. So it's all good and stuff.
However, for me the best part of the concert was that we were finally seeing it together. A completely different experience from the first two. Where I had blocked out the whole world and stood mesmerized by Waters, this time I focussed on just the feeling of being with the boy and pushed Waters into a background track for possibly one of our best two odd hours spent together.
I left the concert with a strange sense of completeness and a big tick mark on my 'things to do' list =)
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Sigh !
Of all the joys that money can buy, there is no greater joy than being snugly cocooned in a silk quilt, while reading a good book and nibbling on banana chips (preferably a personal-not-obligated-to-share-packet).
Of all the disappointments that man can bring, there is no greater disappointment than an uncharacteristically efficient IT guy fixing the office network thereby obliterating any hopes of achieving the aforementioned great joy on an arbit Thursday afternoon.
Of all the disappointments that man can bring, there is no greater disappointment than an uncharacteristically efficient IT guy fixing the office network thereby obliterating any hopes of achieving the aforementioned great joy on an arbit Thursday afternoon.
Monday, 30 August 2010
New house. New post. (Unrelated)
Young kids in their early twenties proclaiming 'life has come full circle' is rather amusing to me this morning.
So what exactly are they going to do next ? Run around in circles circling their full circle, of inferior diameter, for the next 40 odd years ?
Is it from lack of ability to identify milestones or lack of geometry that they proclaim such things with as much seriousness a facebook status message can warrant ?
I am quite pleased that my life is no where close to a full circle or a semi circle or even an arc.
I have decided to go in a different direction.
On that note, I shall leave for work, thus furthering my work on the rectangular parallelepiped which is my life.
P.S. The new house is gorgeous :)
So what exactly are they going to do next ? Run around in circles circling their full circle, of inferior diameter, for the next 40 odd years ?
Is it from lack of ability to identify milestones or lack of geometry that they proclaim such things with as much seriousness a facebook status message can warrant ?
I am quite pleased that my life is no where close to a full circle or a semi circle or even an arc.
I have decided to go in a different direction.
On that note, I shall leave for work, thus furthering my work on the rectangular parallelepiped which is my life.
P.S. The new house is gorgeous :)
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Enthu cutlets !
So excited are we to move into the new house, that we finished packing EVERYTHING last weekend, for the move which will happen this coming weekend.
Of course the fact that we may need some things this week did not occur to us until we woke up Monday morning and found ourselves sprinting to the car/train trying to avoid getting rain soaked.
I doubt either of us have ever been simultaneously, as excited about the same thing ever before.
No pressure, Mr. New house. Just saying.
Of course the fact that we may need some things this week did not occur to us until we woke up Monday morning and found ourselves sprinting to the car/train trying to avoid getting rain soaked.
I doubt either of us have ever been simultaneously, as excited about the same thing ever before.
No pressure, Mr. New house. Just saying.
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Rant
I have been underutilised at my present job for almost a year now. I haven't had any learnings of any significance.
I really need to find something more intellectually stimulating soon.
Being stuck in mediocrity does horrible things for ones self worth and level of confidence.
I need out. Now.
I really need to find something more intellectually stimulating soon.
Being stuck in mediocrity does horrible things for ones self worth and level of confidence.
I need out. Now.
Sunday, 8 August 2010
"Your Son's & Your Daughter's Are Beyond Your Command"....& Rightfully So.
When other kids were attending Rabindrasangeet classes and learning the Bangla script, I played hockey.
When other young girls were learning basic cooking, I spent all my time reading and devouring music.
My parents expressed anger, frustration, remorse, disappointment. My mother said, I would only learn the hard way. When I had a kid that would treat me so.
But I learnt. Hard way, yes. Moving half way across the globe to realise one's roots is difficult indeed. When there is an unquenchable thirst for learning and no resources it is frustrating indeed. But I still learnt.
And now when my mom marvels at how I have learnt to run a house and my father can barely contain his pride when he tells me that when he sees me this December after 3 years he would only recognize me physically but barely mentally, when they both get teary watching my metamorphosis, the past is all washed away.
All my resentment, all their disappointment washed away.
I want to remember to be patient with my child. Let him/her take his time to find himself. Because when he/she finally does, it will be the most enriching thing for him/her as a person and the most rewarding thing for me to watch.
There is a beauty in allowing people to discover themselves. Delayed gratification of a sort.
I only hope I remember this when it's time.
When other young girls were learning basic cooking, I spent all my time reading and devouring music.
My parents expressed anger, frustration, remorse, disappointment. My mother said, I would only learn the hard way. When I had a kid that would treat me so.
But I learnt. Hard way, yes. Moving half way across the globe to realise one's roots is difficult indeed. When there is an unquenchable thirst for learning and no resources it is frustrating indeed. But I still learnt.
And now when my mom marvels at how I have learnt to run a house and my father can barely contain his pride when he tells me that when he sees me this December after 3 years he would only recognize me physically but barely mentally, when they both get teary watching my metamorphosis, the past is all washed away.
All my resentment, all their disappointment washed away.
I want to remember to be patient with my child. Let him/her take his time to find himself. Because when he/she finally does, it will be the most enriching thing for him/her as a person and the most rewarding thing for me to watch.
There is a beauty in allowing people to discover themselves. Delayed gratification of a sort.
I only hope I remember this when it's time.
Of New Furniture, Evolution & Maybe Some Growing Up.
We have been the ultimate furniture-warriors over the past few weeks, both of us trying our best to find us the perfect couch, dining table, coffee table, dresser and such like for the new house.
We went to every furniture store and online site we could think of. We got overwhelmed, underwhelmed, appalled, overjoyed and downright miserable (thanks to our pricey tastes). Budget aside the next big criteria is obviously, it has to be something we both fall in love with at first site (Like the new house !! It is the most beautiful place our bank accounts could rent and we loved it the minute we saw it.) and if you are us then you would know how exasperating that can be.
We did find our dream couch and our dream dining table last weekend at our dream store. Of course now the dream has turned us bankrupt, but we can still sit at our perfect dining table and eat air ! Totally worth it !
When we signed the lease on our new house, I thought nothing could overcome that feeling of joy and pride and accomplishment. Little did I know choosing, liking (both of us) and buying furniture is downright all that times 10 ! I got all teary and we got extremely cuddly and that stayed that way for a while. And all because of furniture ! Of course we got over it fairly quickly with the argument about whose turn it is to take the trash down but while it lasted, it was terrific !
Initially, we had planned on going easy with the furniture, because we really don't know where we will be two years from now. In case we go back to India, we won't be able to carry all the furniture back and hence it would be wasteful to spend a small fortune now. And if we did stay on here and eventually bought a house of our own, we would have to buy furniture to suit that place and be a little more grown up than what we can envision right now, and hence render our current buys redundant again. Basically, we figured, it would be wisest to wait for things to fall in place before we start investing towards building our perfect world.
But something changed last weekend at our dream store. Among the rows of pretty furniture and soft lighting and pleasing music and smiley salespeople....very quietly, without much debate, through the path of least resistance a light bulb went off in two separate heads at the same moment.
Why delay and deny ourselves the joy of riding the wave right now just because we don't know how long it will last ? We can make every wave a perfect one and ride it till it lasts right ? And when it does crash, we can just get up and go find a new wave to make our own. That is what growing up, moving on, evolving, adapting and all those grown up words are all about right ? Right !
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Testing 1 2 3
Ooooo can blog from phone now !!! What a Bond I am !!!
On a side note, where is the thunderstorm the weatherman promised me ?
On a side note, where is the thunderstorm the weatherman promised me ?
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Avoidance
Spain is a stupid team. World Cup is a stupid cup.
Prediction for 2014: Argentina vs. Germany finals. Argentina wins.
You may leave if you disagree.
Prediction for 2014: Argentina vs. Germany finals. Argentina wins.
You may leave if you disagree.
Saturday, 26 June 2010
In Which I Turn Into an Unappreciated Cook (?!?!?!WhoKnew?!?!?!?!)....
So...Every (almost) weekend, I find myself awake at an ungodly hour in a "what new cool thing can I make for breakfast?" tizzy ! Cooking, it seems is my latest passion and I am going to enjoy this phase till it lasts !
Today I made Orange Muffins (SO yummy) and we had muffins and chai for breakfast.
Last weekend was Applesauce French Toast with fresh strawberries.
And before that, there was Banana Cinnamon Pancakes with maple syrup !
And yet, the boy tells me, and I quote, "I love you, just a little bit, not a lot". Hmm.
Monday, 14 June 2010
Didn't See That Coming, Didjyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaa ?!
So the other day, while reading a random blog, I discovered that the name 'Rahul' means 'obstacle'. Lord Buddha apparently referred to his son as a Rahul when his wife tried to use the excuse of his son to keep him from wandering off into the jungle to attain nirvana.
Of course, I could not contain my joy and without batting an eyelid informed the boy how he is so aptly named. Of course, the boy refusing to be slighted, immediately googled (damn you google!) and rattled off other meanings which were more to his liking like - conquerer of all miseries, moon, able, efficient, traveler. Blah.
Upon seeing how this was not stopping my cackling about him being THE OBSTACLE, he went for the sudden-death move.
He googled 'Priyanka' and oh, what might he find and then decide to be the meaning of the name ? 'The great one's wife' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After this there really was no point to anything anymore. He wouldn't stop laughing.
So I just did what the more mature person in any relationship always does. I went and buried my face in the pillow and pretended to sleep. Blah.
Of course, I could not contain my joy and without batting an eyelid informed the boy how he is so aptly named. Of course, the boy refusing to be slighted, immediately googled (damn you google!) and rattled off other meanings which were more to his liking like - conquerer of all miseries, moon, able, efficient, traveler. Blah.
Upon seeing how this was not stopping my cackling about him being THE OBSTACLE, he went for the sudden-death move.
He googled 'Priyanka' and oh, what might he find and then decide to be the meaning of the name ? 'The great one's wife' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After this there really was no point to anything anymore. He wouldn't stop laughing.
So I just did what the more mature person in any relationship always does. I went and buried my face in the pillow and pretended to sleep. Blah.
Friday, 11 June 2010
Rush of endorphin to the head
I have never thought of exercising as "fun" and I am wary of individuals who list "gymming/working out" as their hobby or favourite pass-time (just because....no, but I have my reasons, which I will explain, someday).
However, ever since I have decided to get healthier and fitter (read: lose weight for the wedding), I must admit that spending an hour in the gym right after work does make me feel rather buoyant.
Given my excellent track record of never pursuing a single thing due to my attention span of a corn cob, I am rather stoked by this change I am seeing in myself. I have been going to the gym diligently since February 2010 and still no signs of giving up. Now I could ascribe this to the forthcoming wedding but that would be too vain for my liking and hence untrue.
Like any good student of Stastics would inform you, one must begin with a hypothesis and an alternate hypothesis and then proceed to prove or disprove either or. So here goes (although, I must warn you, I really wasn't all that good at Statistics):
Hypothesis 1 - Going to the gym is fun. Very.
Hypothesis 2 - Going to the gym is fun. Not.
Hypothesis 1 - For:
1. It is the right thing to do.
2. It ensures a healthier life.
3. It makes you more active.
4. It takes off a few grams before the wedding.
Hypotheses 1 - Against:
1. All right things to do are not always fun things to do. All fun things to do are rarely the right things to do.
2. Healthier is relative.
3. Activity is over rated. A state of inactivity can be highly gratifying.
4. The wedding puts those few grams and then some kilos right back to new body-parts you were yet to discover.
Hypothesis 2 - For:
1. If it were fun I would not need a motivator (the wedding, and the mother's voice ringing in my ears "dekh, biye ta to ekbar i korbi, hopefully, chobi gulo kintu sharajibon dekhte hobe.") to do it. I have done far less funner things out of my own free will to know that.
2. It takes away from my book reading time.
3. It takes away from my chips eating time.
4. It takes away from my movie watching time.
5. It forces me to look at oddly shaped women butt-naked in the locker room.
6. It makes me ache.
And I really could go on and on, but then it would seem like I started the experiment with a bias, thereby hampering the outcome. So I shall move on.
Hypothesis 2 - Against:
1. Excellent release for pent up work-day-frustration.
2. Possibility of looking an inch thinner at the wedding.
Therefore, using the data as listed, minus any bias, I have succeed at being unsuccessful at determining WHY HAVE I NOT STOPPED GOING TO THE GYM YET ?!?!?!
Without taxing my over-worked (I burnt 600 calories today) self any further, I give you a convenient answer to my capital lettered-million dollar question - Endorphins.
Hence proved. (Not)
However, ever since I have decided to get healthier and fitter (read: lose weight for the wedding), I must admit that spending an hour in the gym right after work does make me feel rather buoyant.
Given my excellent track record of never pursuing a single thing due to my attention span of a corn cob, I am rather stoked by this change I am seeing in myself. I have been going to the gym diligently since February 2010 and still no signs of giving up. Now I could ascribe this to the forthcoming wedding but that would be too vain for my liking and hence untrue.
Like any good student of Stastics would inform you, one must begin with a hypothesis and an alternate hypothesis and then proceed to prove or disprove either or. So here goes (although, I must warn you, I really wasn't all that good at Statistics):
Hypothesis 1 - Going to the gym is fun. Very.
Hypothesis 2 - Going to the gym is fun. Not.
Hypothesis 1 - For:
1. It is the right thing to do.
2. It ensures a healthier life.
3. It makes you more active.
4. It takes off a few grams before the wedding.
Hypotheses 1 - Against:
1. All right things to do are not always fun things to do. All fun things to do are rarely the right things to do.
2. Healthier is relative.
3. Activity is over rated. A state of inactivity can be highly gratifying.
4. The wedding puts those few grams and then some kilos right back to new body-parts you were yet to discover.
Hypothesis 2 - For:
1. If it were fun I would not need a motivator (the wedding, and the mother's voice ringing in my ears "dekh, biye ta to ekbar i korbi, hopefully, chobi gulo kintu sharajibon dekhte hobe.") to do it. I have done far less funner things out of my own free will to know that.
2. It takes away from my book reading time.
3. It takes away from my chips eating time.
4. It takes away from my movie watching time.
5. It forces me to look at oddly shaped women butt-naked in the locker room.
6. It makes me ache.
And I really could go on and on, but then it would seem like I started the experiment with a bias, thereby hampering the outcome. So I shall move on.
Hypothesis 2 - Against:
1. Excellent release for pent up work-day-frustration.
2. Possibility of looking an inch thinner at the wedding.
Therefore, using the data as listed, minus any bias, I have succeed at being unsuccessful at determining WHY HAVE I NOT STOPPED GOING TO THE GYM YET ?!?!?!
Without taxing my over-worked (I burnt 600 calories today) self any further, I give you a convenient answer to my capital lettered-million dollar question - Endorphins.
Hence proved. (Not)
Thursday, 10 June 2010
World Cup 2010
T - 10 hours to a month full of bliss, excitement, anxiety, crying out loud, cheering out louder, hissing, scratching, kissing, glory !
The boy and I are all set with our top three picks and a REALLY funky excel sheet (Which we downloaded, as we are too lazy to make one ourselves, plus this one is just TOO awesome for words complete with formulas and everything. Of course, I changed the colours and font to make it our own. Ok fine, I am a Virgo.)
So the boy has: Brazil, Spain and Netherlands.
I have: Italy, Argentina and Germany.
Clearly, I shall emerge victorious and attain eternal glory.
Have a great World Cup y'all !
The boy and I are all set with our top three picks and a REALLY funky excel sheet (Which we downloaded, as we are too lazy to make one ourselves, plus this one is just TOO awesome for words complete with formulas and everything. Of course, I changed the colours and font to make it our own. Ok fine, I am a Virgo.)
So the boy has: Brazil, Spain and Netherlands.
I have: Italy, Argentina and Germany.
Clearly, I shall emerge victorious and attain eternal glory.
Have a great World Cup y'all !
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Heartbreak Warfare
I had created this blog with high expectations. It was to be my very own memoir of my time spent in a new country.
It has been three years since I have been here and only sixty-six posts written. Neither of which individually or collectively, accurately describe my journey thus far.
I genuinely believed words flowed out of my pencil/fingers onto paper/screen seamlessly on demand. And believe me, it did, back in the days.
Over the years, it has gotten tougher though. The reasons for which, I figure are:
1. Laziness
2. Lack of time
3. Utter disconnect between moment of thought and moment of capturing the thought
4. Fear of being judged
So, lazyness is entirely beyond my realm of control contrary to popular belief. It strikes without warning, stays as long as a pesky guest would depending on his whims and departs only to leave me bubbling over with pent up energy sufficient to propel myself through the windshield. Hence, this is clearly not the time to be static before a laptop, lest I desire to propel myself through the monitor which is all of 13 inches therefore causing a whole new conundrum, which I am not going to go into right now, because of the aforementioned laziness, which interestingly has not stopped me from writing this long-winded sentence, which of course now I am continuing on with just to see how much longer I can make it, without being entirely meaningless, but seems like I am a genius and hence I shall voluntarily quit while I am head. (Phew)
Lack of time, again is not in my control. I am now employed, which means I have sold my soul for a few hundred dollars and am no longer the master of my ship and owner of my unconquerable soul and such like. So there. I shall only have the time to indulge in such fancy spoils like writing when my boss allows me to.
As for point three, yes, yet again, out of my control. I cannot help it if I have my AHA moments while on a loooooooooooooooooooooong drive or right at the beginning of a looooooooooooooooooooong bath or just when the sandman begins tying his shoelaces. I do not have the will or drive to retain the essence of the thought until I lay my hands on the next typing/uploading device. Also, I am of the opinion that during my lifetime I shall come up with several AHA things and hence since the stock is bountiful, there is no fear of lack of representation.
Point four is a very deep-seated, personal confession. I didn't think I would care, but turns out it does matter. And in an effort to appear "cool" I do not want to turn myself into someone else. Hence, I stopped writing for this judgmental world (I like melodrama).
But now, since this has turned into such a graveyard blog, I doubt anyone remembers it or let alone bothers to read it. Ideal situation for me to run all around the blogosphere and frolic without a care in the world again.
So, I guess what I am trying to say is, I think I want to give this blog one more chance to fulfill it's purpose.
World, hold on, or not, I am back. Kinda. Sorta. Bleh ~
P.S - Title has nothing to do with anything. Just the song on the radio while I was typing this.
It has been three years since I have been here and only sixty-six posts written. Neither of which individually or collectively, accurately describe my journey thus far.
I genuinely believed words flowed out of my pencil/fingers onto paper/screen seamlessly on demand. And believe me, it did, back in the days.
Over the years, it has gotten tougher though. The reasons for which, I figure are:
1. Laziness
2. Lack of time
3. Utter disconnect between moment of thought and moment of capturing the thought
4. Fear of being judged
So, lazyness is entirely beyond my realm of control contrary to popular belief. It strikes without warning, stays as long as a pesky guest would depending on his whims and departs only to leave me bubbling over with pent up energy sufficient to propel myself through the windshield. Hence, this is clearly not the time to be static before a laptop, lest I desire to propel myself through the monitor which is all of 13 inches therefore causing a whole new conundrum, which I am not going to go into right now, because of the aforementioned laziness, which interestingly has not stopped me from writing this long-winded sentence, which of course now I am continuing on with just to see how much longer I can make it, without being entirely meaningless, but seems like I am a genius and hence I shall voluntarily quit while I am head. (Phew)
Lack of time, again is not in my control. I am now employed, which means I have sold my soul for a few hundred dollars and am no longer the master of my ship and owner of my unconquerable soul and such like. So there. I shall only have the time to indulge in such fancy spoils like writing when my boss allows me to.
As for point three, yes, yet again, out of my control. I cannot help it if I have my AHA moments while on a loooooooooooooooooooooong drive or right at the beginning of a looooooooooooooooooooong bath or just when the sandman begins tying his shoelaces. I do not have the will or drive to retain the essence of the thought until I lay my hands on the next typing/uploading device. Also, I am of the opinion that during my lifetime I shall come up with several AHA things and hence since the stock is bountiful, there is no fear of lack of representation.
Point four is a very deep-seated, personal confession. I didn't think I would care, but turns out it does matter. And in an effort to appear "cool" I do not want to turn myself into someone else. Hence, I stopped writing for this judgmental world (I like melodrama).
But now, since this has turned into such a graveyard blog, I doubt anyone remembers it or let alone bothers to read it. Ideal situation for me to run all around the blogosphere and frolic without a care in the world again.
So, I guess what I am trying to say is, I think I want to give this blog one more chance to fulfill it's purpose.
World, hold on, or not, I am back. Kinda. Sorta. Bleh ~
P.S - Title has nothing to do with anything. Just the song on the radio while I was typing this.
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