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Look what my birthday brought!

Two posts. From two very special people. I’m going to let the posts speak for themselves. ๐Ÿ™‚


This one is from Rayshma:

if i were to describe G and my fr’ship in one word.. that word would be strange.

it’s strange how we got to know each other. it took alice’s blog for me to discover her existence. then, we realized that we’d lived in the same town for years, but met saat samundar paar.

i’m usually VERY reserved when it comes to personal space. that never seemed to matter with her. she whizzed right past defenses. strange, again.

it’s strange that we exchanged gtalk id’s just a few weeks after we became regulars on each others’ blogs. stranger still, that we chatted for hours daily after that.

it’s strange that she flew down all the way to texas for my bday. stranger still that vin took leave *something neither of us are usually in favor of* to go drop her back to the airport.

it’s strange that she felt like family even though we were meeting for the first time.

it’s strange that if i ever had a younger sister, i’d hope she’d have been exactly like galadriel. a younger, taller, leaner, meaner version of me!

it’s strange how she is an awesome mix of wit and silliness, sarcasm & kindness… maturity & complete madness! strange how she is SO much like my closest pals, and yet, she’s her own unique self!

it’s strange how though she’s younger… i’ve never felt the age gap. okay… maybe that has to do with my IQ levels… but well, i’m writing this… so I can say that it’s coz SHE is wiser than her years!

it’s strange that despite all that closeness, we’ve spoken on the phone 3 or 4 times in over two years.

and it’s totally strange that i should do a post on her blog to wish her a fantastic bday and a great year ahead. esp when i have nothing to write about on mine.
but well, life is stranger than fiction.
and she sure is stranger than her blog-name! ๐Ÿ˜›
but, life’s like that!

hope you have a wonderful bday. do have an extra slice of cake for me!
love you loads, gurl! MUAH!


This one is from Dewey:

She likes Ravi Verma’s paintings. That was what cinched it for me. Because until then I had (of course) heard about her incessantly from Her Madness and while it roused my curiosity, it took Ravi Verma to make me pipe up and speak to her.

I had intended to write a funny post and entertain her, make it a nice li’l giftie seeing as how it is her birthday and all but I find that a funny post is rather beyond me. It could be that I am an unfunny person but I guess when it really comes down to it, people who you care about can only inspire posts that are true to your feelings to them. So this is me saying I care about you and I want the best for you, all your life.

And so we sing Happy Birthday while Koi Shaque blares in the background, all the while dressed in outrageous 80s bollywood inspired outfits and toast you with Sambhar!

All for the girl who, on reflection, could only be compared to one thing: a Ravi Verma painting ๐Ÿ™‚


Thanks girls! Truly made my birthday so so so special. MUAH!!!!


All this pressure!

Yes, I know the expectations are sky high and everyone expects me to post about the awesome weekend I had over at Raysh’s (I mean, it’s not like it was a honeymoon, you know!). But what can I say here that has not been said before? How do I keep it from being intensely personal, something I have tried to refrain from doing on this public space?

Everyone knows how much I adore and respect her. I believe the feeling is mutual. And hopefully it now extends to SEV too, whom I nagged and coerced into coming along.

The 3 days I stayed there just flew by in a whirlwind of mountains, lakes, hiking trails, forests and good conversation. I had the most amazing mozzarella sandwich on the way back (after which we saw the bear cub).

It was a fabulous weekend. I am glad I found such wonderful friends in her and Vin. I am definitely hoping they will visit me soon enough!

I do not really want to say anything else. I hope you guys understand.

P.S: .. and the next weekend is nearly here already! ๐Ÿ™‚

14th August 2009

This date marks the 3 year anniversary of my arrival in the US as a wet-behind-the-ears naรฏve girl with dreams in her eyes. The last 3 years have been an incredible journey. A journey of friendship, heartbreak, love, frustration, success, failure and so much more. A journey of growing up โ€“ of flying away from the protective nest that was my home. A journey of the eventual transformation of a girl to a woman. A journey of realization of one’s strengths and weaknesses โ€“ leading to some semblance of wisdom. A journey of the quest to learn and acquire knowledge โ€“ and the incidental learning of many other things. As I sit and reminisce about the last 3 years, I cannot help but wonder if I truly have a reason to rejoice and celebrate them. Or should I just think of it all as a bittersweet experience, something that had to happen because โ€“ such is life.

I guess I would like to begin by thinking about all the things that made me regret having made the decision to leave my country and my home. I still miss my family just as much as I missed them the day I left. I still wish I was there to watch them grow up and old โ€“ I wish I was there to watch my little brother cross one milestone after another. I wish I was there when my mom bought something she had always wanted, to see the expression of excitement and the raised pitch of her voice to go with it. I wish I was there to watch my dad punch the air during a cricket game and to get him started on a discussion on politics and stock markets. I wish I was there to help out with the household chores and even to get yelled at for not doing something right.

I truly miss the rush of activity, the sights and sounds of the different times of the day. The smell of the early morning coffee, the sound of the velaikkari washing the utensils, my mom cutting out the weeds in the garden and my dad trying to help and ending up shearing my mom’s beloved flowering plants instead, my dad going into my brother’s room to wake him up (after being yelled at by mom for snipping up her plants), the sounds of the autos and buses, the sight of the dust rising up and settling down in their wake, the cows assuming the world is their toilet โ€“ I could go on and on about every single detail that is such a part of India’s myriad personality.

But that is about all I miss and about all the reasons I have to be even if only slightly bummed out today. I think I do have more reasons to be happy about. I cannot even begin to describe the experience I had of living alone, away from home where there was no Mommy to cook food on time, no Daddy to take care of the bills and the finances. There was just me and my measly grad student salary that had to cover the rent, groceries, bills and so on. I cannot believe I managed to even save up a small amount every month. I realized just how well my mother had trained me to be able to run a household independently. I could cook and clean and not let the house be infested by bugs and roaches as I had seen happen with my other counterparts. I realized that I have a keen aesthetic sense and combined with my OCD, I managed to make sure our house was always hospitable โ€“ our house was like home.

I learned the hard way that people are not always what they seem. That there are people who will think evil things even if you truly meant them no harm. That there are people who expect the world of you and yet will not move a muscle when it is their turn. And should you so much as refuse them a favor that no sane person would do even for their own kith and kin, you instantly become the bad guy. That the only people who truly make you happy are the ones who have the good sense to understand your every action. No one else is worth it.

I learned that when your need is driven by money, no matter how well you do, you just don’t get the chance to prove yourself. And that quitting when I’m at the top of my game is how I usually operate. I also learned how much I hate loans. And how I have always made sure I repaid mine well in advance of the pay period. I learned how much I love to drive. And how much an inanimate object can mean to me. I discovered that I am not one to skimp on something I really want. And I am also not one to crib about something I don’t have โ€“ I am actually one of those people who make the best of what they have and pro-actively seek means to better their situation, if they so wish to.

I realized that going to grad school and getting your doctorate degree is no indicator of how smart you really are. And that smartness also really means nothing โ€“ how you treat yourself and others around you is really all that counts. That it’s better to know how lucky you are to be with someone than to wonder how lucky they are to be with you. That confidence is one thing, and arrogance quite another. That realizing the difference between the two is the difference between being smart and being thick.

That high heels actually make me look good. And that tall girls don’t need high heels is a myth. That in a few years I will not look like I do now, so I need to make the most of what I have. Especially since I live in a country where everything goes. And that convincing my mom of this has been some of the toughest convincing I have had to do in a long time. ๐Ÿ™‚

Looking back on this post and the last 3 years, I do believe I’m happier than when I started out. And I probably wouldn’t change a thing in these 3 years. But none of them can keep me from going back to where I belong. And if I ever forget that, I have this post to remind me of what is out there, and what will eventually take me back home.

My friends are awesome

On a recent trip to Martha’s Vineyard, two of my favorite people in the entire world came across this:


They promptly thought of me and took a picture and emailed it to me! That was most thoughtful of them… You guys are the sweetest. ๐Ÿ™‚

Thanks, you two. I love you!

Assorted Mashup

Alright. It’s been a while. And I’m bored. And I miss all the porn.

What’s been happening? A bunch of things, one of which was this conversation with her royal cattiness.

Reshma: i dared to watch a promo video of love aaj kal today
i don’t think i’ll dare to see the movie
they look like bhai behen
me:ย ย  ย i read “i dared to watch a porno video of love aaj kal today”

Explains why I was itching to get back to blogging, according to her anyway.

Work, of course, goes on. The less said about it the better.

Murphy strikes again. This last weekend I decided that my car was very dirty and needed a wash. So I took it to the car wash, spent 10 bucks on a “premium” wash package. And guess what happens? It rains all week! And not any rains, but thundershowers. Torrential too. Gah.

I’ve decided to make it official. I’m actually engaged. Yeah, I went to India and had a whole ceremony and blah blah blah. I tell you, not the tiniest thing has changed. I’m not treated any special, I do not feel shy when people ask me about ‘the groom‘. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. And no, we don’t have a date for the wedding yet, so do NOT bug me. No, I’m not PMSing, this is my natural sunny disposition. Go figure.

Funnily enough, a lot of people who I thought would be happy for me and would congratulate me did not even send me a customary email. Not even a wall post on FB. I wonder what’s up.

Rakhi Ka Swayamvar is THE BEST SHOW ON THE PLANET. And it’s been playing with my fillings. Sorry, emotions. Boohoo!!

Well, that’s about all I have the patience for. See you soon amigos!!

Aur duniya kehti… heppy… baarrdeyy.. tooo.. yooo..

Alright, you can yell at me later for the lack of posting, but first, see what I’ve cooked up!

So, we know that maydem is turning the grand old age of.. yeah, you guessed it.. three zero!! So, since I cannot make up for last year’s awesome birthday present, this year, I have decided to write a post for her.

And NO, I’m NOT writing paeans of her glory (she already has a high enough opinion of herself) but this time, along with Dewey I have decided that we will make her get off her cute little hiney and do a little scavenger hunting (she NEVER googles, just conveniently asks me her questions, making me look, of course, important and knowledgeable so there are definite perks to being her google filter, but still…)

So, my dear darling chammiya, pliss to be answering me this one koshan: “What is the common thing in the following 5 sub sections of this post?” But make sure you have been to Dewey’s blog first, because otherwise everything is washte!

Section A.

“I hope you know CPR, ’cause you take my breath away.”
“Can I borrow a quarter? I want to call my mom and tell her I just met the girl of my dreams.”
“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”
“You’re like a dictionary … you add meaning to my life.”
“Do you have a bandaid? I scraped my knee when I fell for you.”

Section B.

– Gruyรจre
– Appenzeller
– Bleu des Causses
– Tomme des Pyrรฉnรฉes
– ร‰poisses de Bourgogne

Section C:

IMDB – tt0391229

Section D & E:


So, Catty, when you have finished your homework, email me and Dewey with the answer! There is something vairy speyshul waiting for you!!

And, yeah, before I forget.. Wish you the most wonderful and happiest birthday ever. Love you, gurl. Muah.


So I was in Texas for the long weekend. It was the best weekend I have had in a long time. And truly, everything is BIG in Texas! They have these monster trucks that seem to occupy the entire road. The speed limits are higher. The people there all seem to be XXL by default. And Plano has the best paani puri I have eaten in the US.

What really attracts me to the place is its wild nature, it’s rustic freedom, it’s don’t-give-a-crap attitude. Texas is the only state that can declare itself an independent republic at any time, did you know ?? And they can survive, they have all the oil. There are people who actually build houses without basements because digging below foundation level opens up oil wells causing crude oil to flow like water flowing out of broken pipelines!

However, the BEST part of my trip, was visiting my good one of the closest friends I’ve made over the last 8 months. The crazy, cooky, nutty, and tiny Rayshma. And yes, I promised to make sambhar. And yes, I only made dal. But Rayshma aur Shera decided that we needed to go out to Chilli’s to have dinner so the process had to be stopped halfway. She conveniently left out this little detail didn’t she? ๐Ÿ˜›

Shera is sweet and docile. She… well, the less said about their domestic relationship the better. The poor chap left a sock in the living room. Man, she scared me! ๐Ÿ˜€ He bought her very cute gifts, shopping for which was done after he left from his lab so now he knows the closing times of all big stores.

He got us lost in the middle of nowhere, wouldn’t stop for directions, got yelled at by da lady, got us back on track using his expert navigational abilities and took us to Taco Bell for lunch where we realized that in all the getting lost, we had lost so much time that we had to skip one of the places we were supposed to go to. But it worked out in our favor coz the weather was bad anyway. ๐Ÿ™‚

They finally dumped me at the airport and scrammed for their life. Methinks, no more invitations from College Sation are going to make it my way for a long long time.

Anyway, I had fun. The most fun I have had in a while now. Me now looking forward to California. I don’t know when that will be! Until then, you can choose to follow the morose details of my morbid life. Or you can get a life of your own.