Final Post for 2007

See you guys in 2008. Happy New Year everybody!!

Sometimes

.. you don’t realize the value of things when they’re with you. When they move away, you feel a void. All my friends have gone to India this winter break. I languish alone. Sucks. Bah.

And to all you Santa-lovin’, Christmas adorin’, presents hoggin’ beacons of boisterous merrymaking, Happy Holidays!

P? or Q?

I looked. And I looked again. I tried to rub my eyes. I still couldn’t make out what I was supposed to be reading. Think, I admonished to myself. You’ve done this before. Yesterday, in fact. I peered again. Ms. Andrew was waiting. I could feel her anger mounting. But then I could also hear a solitary sparrow chirping outside. How I wanted to peek outside, just to see where it was! Shaking myself from the momentary reverie, I attempted yet again, to decipher what the hell it was that the stupid poem was saying.

Sometimes though, I feel like English should be the other way round. Life would be so much simpler then. Why can’t ‘b’ be ‘d’ ? Or the “squiggly” in ‘s’ be pointed the other way? Aargh! No time to dwell, I had more pressing issues at hand. Ms. Andrew’s face came looming back to reality and I tried once again. Nope, no success. And then, the all too familiar yell, “Out of the class, and don’t come back unless I permit you!”, with the faces of Arif, Ravi, Sushant and Omar leering at me showed up. Oh well. Another period missed.

*Italicized passage inspired from this. Must watch. For everyone.

The Magic 10..

Edited to remove smileys. Someone seems to have a problem.

Picked this up from here (I know, I’m jobless, stop rubbing it in ok?). Listed below are 10 things I’d like to do in 10 years.

• Hopefully get a PhD sometime.  As an afterthought, hopefully from a really good school too.
• Somehow I don’t see myself going to work wearing a business suit. But I do need a job that rakes in the moolah! So a nice academic high paying job would be perfect (read professorgiri).
• Travel the world. Too many places, ten years is too little time, I know. But there are quite a few special places that I’d like to visit before the turn of the decade.
• Get married sometime.. I know that makes me sound desperate, but c’mon, we’re talking 10 years here!! If I’m not married by the time I’m 34, then I think I’ll die the sorry death of an old maid who never knew the pleasures in life. <wink>
• Have kids. Follows from marriage, right? But here’s the thing. I want to adopt at least one child. Hopefully a baby girl.
• Become a more active member of ASHA and other such organizations than I am, because in 10 years, I think I’ll have the time and the money to spend on such causes.
• Kiss a Frenchman. (what, I’ve heard they’re awesome!!!)
• Learn cooking. Man, the guy who marries me, needs to be a good cook. Or should love me endlessly and unconditionally to tolerate all the junk I churn out!
• Read a LOT of books because of late, I’ve noticed that my reading abilities have gone down because of stupid google reader. Also, learn a LOT of carnatic music. Enough to sit next to PS and identify raagams like he does. And then blog about them. 😛
• Be someone my parents, my brother and whoever it is that makes the grave folly of falling in love with me, can be proud of.

The Prize..

The Mourning

.. is it really worth it? John Moore won the Pulitzer Prize for this. Personally, I vehemently oppose capturing someone’s grief on film.

Glimpses

A man wearing a t-shirt with a Batman symbol. A woman with an engagement ring. Two giggling high school girls. An old woman with an umbrella. And shivering hands. Father and son, listening to the same song on the cellphone. A drunk. A beautiful woman with tears in her eyes. An African-American mother struggling with a baby in a stroller. A chain smoker. Mafficking college kids. A man and a woman kissing passionately, deeply in love. Ditto for two men. An old couple holding hands, lost in conversation. A hooker with bright red lips. A Chinese guy with an mp3 player. Indian newly-weds. A businessman. A Jewish family. An Armish one. A lecher. A Spanish woman, yelling at her noisy kids. A uniformed guard. You and me. Smiling.

*Everything I have seen in the subway of magical New York.