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Archive for June, 2008

The One With the Tag

Rayshma and Lostonthestreet tagged me to do this so here we go! I’m describing my most favorite characters from literature. Boy, does it feel like one of those ‘Sketch the character of..’ questions we used to have in English exams in school.

Huckleberry Finn: I admire the fact that he is so free, and he is the inspiration to the novel’s main character, which is saying something. He does as he pleases, without a worry in the world. His friendship with Tom is also quite admirable, and I somehow find it similar to that of Jay and Viru from Sholay! (Don’t ask me why, I don’t know.)

Mycroft Holmes: C’mon, how can anyone be smarter than Sherlock and be less effective right? Here he is, the smartest, cleverest and most inert of all detectives of all times. Just his sheer attitude, of not needing validation for his theories, of them being right by default, is what draws me to him.

Albus Dumbledore: I have expressed surprise at his sexual orientation, but there is no character I admire more than the greatest wizard of all time. His very presence exuding the magnetic power that so characterizes his vast experience and wisdom, is extremely fascinating and Rowling made sure this was one of the few perfectly characterized parts in the entire series.

William Brown: My favorite books as a kid, I only found out much later that Richmal Crompton was a woman. But the devious little child with the undeniably naughty smile, his pack of faithful friends, and his plots of inevitable destruction, made him a most enjoyable read. If anyone can tell me where I can find a decent box set of all the William books, please to let me know.

C E J Darbishire: Now, how can I mention William and leave out Jennings? Anthony Buckeridge brought a more innocuous William to the world along with a most innocent and reluctant right hand man. Darbi is sweet, always quoting proverbs and pretending to be very sage, all the while being drawn into some of the most hare-brained and likely-to-fail schemes devised by his most adventurous friend, Jennings. *Please refer to instructions following the previous character description about the box set.*

John Yossarian: This neurotic, paranoid, pseudo-hypochondriac with a daredevil mischievous streak is one of my most favorite characters of all time. His constant attempt to get out of the squadron and to prevent his seemingly imminent death, by bringing it upon himself, is so typical of all the Catch-22’s in the book.

Jo March: This is one of the few characters in literature that I can identify myself with, because she is so much like me. The quintessential tomboy and the later toning-down of her character, actually represents the changes I have undergone myself. Her passion, quite akin to mine and her belligerent nature, all perfectly mirror my own personality. No wonder then that I like her so much. 🙂

Scarlett O’Hara: It is so difficult for me to decide whether I like her or not, because, at the outset she may seem vain and shrewd but her actions during times of hardship show a deeper, more profound side to her character that it makes it hard for one to detest her altogether. Her undying love for Ashley sometimes seems like an obsession she harbors for so long that it is now difficult for her to get rid of it, but it still makes me wonder, if it is really possible to love someone with a burning passion that stands the test of time and lives on forever.

Ford Prefect: It would have been impossible for Arthur Dent to have had all his adventures if it weren’t for the timely explanations of Ford Prefect. He is such a vast source of knowledge and yet, his only aim in life being to get wasted, seems somewhat of a paradox to me.

I tag Sudipta, SEV and Alice to take up this tag. I know they’ll do great justice to it.

Edited: I also tag my dear friend Prashanth to do this. Maybe this will wheedle a post out of him? 🙂



I just got back from a 2 day road trip and man, does it feel amazing!

I love driving. And driving on the interstate at 70 80 mph is a feeling I don’t think I can get anywhere else. It’s a feeling of calm and a rush of adrenaline both at the same time. It’s exhilarating.

The thing about the US is that they have these amazing resources, and they have maintained them exceedingly well. All through the trip I couldn’t help thinking how beautiful Connecticut is, and how gorgeous it would look in the fall. I couldn’t help admiring the spectacular view of the Manhattan skyline from the George Washington Bridge (the bridge is so congested you can actually take a few minutes off to sight-see). I couldn’t help gazing in wonder at the incredible view all along Rhode Island and Massachusetts.

Also, they have rest stops every few miles, so that even if you miss one the next one isn’t too far away. You wouldn’t believe how cramped your legs and back can get if you don’t rest every couple of hours. I tried it on the return trip and I paid for it dearly. Also, NEVER trust the GPS. Stupid thing is so stubborn, it won’t listen to me even though I’m telling it that I see signs that tell me to take a simpler, less congested route. But no, I’m in love with the blasted GWB, I have sworn to make you rot in hell and you will take the bleddy route I ask you to take. And I’m the king of the world.

Anyhoo, I also saw some horrible accidents on the way. One actually had traffic held up for 15 miles along the interstate. I actually felt like rolling down my window and sticking my thumb out at the people waiting in the jam and wiggling it to the tune of na-nana-naa-na. Ha. Evil me.

Also, the amount of roadkill that happens on these roads is unbelievable. The sheer number of animal carcasses I saw is mind-boggling. Shouldn’t they do something about it? But I guess they can’t cage or curb them because most of them come wandering from nearby natural preserves. Yet, one’s heart goes out to them.

All in all, a wonderful trip and I can’t wait to get back on the road again. Texas, here I come!

It's done..

.. I now hold a Masters degree.. Well.. almost.

For those of you who were at the edge of their seats, waiting with bated breath, biting their nails in anticipation of the excruciating suspense being revealed, (yes, all eight of you) thank you. All the support really helped.

Especially Rayshma’s card. Big smile bringer, that.

And now I shall go and drown myself in some Long Island iced tea. Without the Long Island. Or the ice. So just tea, then. Actually, make it freshly squeezed orange juice. Thanks.

12 Hours Left..

.. For my defense.

‘Nuff said.

55 Fiction – The Exam

She wondered if she could ever count each of the twinkling stars in the night sky. The clock in the tower struck 9. She had to get back to reading her text book, ignoring the weird grumbling noises her stomach was making. The flickering orange street light looked like it would go put any minute.

Edited to add: This is the start of a new tag game. I now tag Rayshma to complete the next part of this story in 55 words exactly. She, in turn, will tag someone else and come back to me and tell me whom she has tagged. This way I can follow the story to its end. Each person tagged will inform their tagger whom they’ve tagged, so that the thread can be followed.

People think I’m nice?

Pixie thinks I’m nice! *blushing*

Thanks Pix!

I guess I’ve only been blogging for a li’l while now and this makes me feel like people actually like reading me. 🙂

There, that’s the closest I’m ever going to come to making an Academy Award-like speech. 😀

I would like to bestow this award upon Alice and Lavs. They’ve both in their won way put a lot of perspective into my thinking. Thanks, guys!

The Choices We Make

“Every man is entitled to life, libery and the pursuit of happiness.” And so go the famous inalienable rights.

I have spent the last one year pursuing something that I thought would make my life immeasurably happy. And it took me 2 weeks of concentrated thinking to realize that there are other, bigger, more important things that I must think about, before going after a tenuous, fickle dream.

When it comes down to it, happiness is what we create for ourselves. We know that there are some things that have to be sacrificed for attaining others. And such has been the norm of life so far and such it will be for all life ahead. However, I ask: must we consider our choices as “giving up” ? Why do we have to give it a strong negative connotation by calling it “sacrifice” ?

A year ago I made a decision that would affect the course of my entire life. But I was the only person affected by it. I was the only person who would be happy by that decision of mine. Today, changing that decision has changed so many facets of my life. It has affected so many people involved, it has made everyone around me so happy that it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing after all.

What about me, you ask? Well, I am not going to be a saint and say everyone’s happiness is my happiness. Admittedly, I was saddened by it. But, I am also incredibly relieved. I feel like a big weight has been lifted off my chest. I feel like I am finally being given an opportunity to make the best of what I have, to explore possibilities that were hitherto closed off because of that one decision.

I am also glad that this realization came to me when I had everything I wanted. I am glad that I decided this of my own accord, and not because circumstances made me. I am leaving at the top, when there is nothing to stop me from going ahead but my own free will. And my own free will has made me see sense in not going ahead with something that would have me caged for years. Something that would stagnate my growth and suffocate my spirit.

I feel liberated. I feel happy. I feel alive. Now, what was that about the inalienable rights?

As I leave, my first attempt at poetry:

the opening of the eyes
the rush of blood to the head
the heart beating a violent tattoo against her chest
she saw in front of her the vast sea of possibility

the gaping expanse ahead
the soaring heights above
the yawning depths below
made her spread her arms wide
and fly, far away, into eternity.