KP trekking...

I had gone trekking for 3 days to Kumara Parvatha and there was not much talking I could do with my mom, as the cell phones do not get any signals in the area. My mom said in the last 3 days she missed me more than when I was in US. Mmmmm I love my mom!

Dream of the Benzene ring kind...

Having a sprain is one thing. Having the sprain at the same wrist after visiting the doctor and not heeding to precautions to be taken is another thing. So with an injection mark on the sprained wrist and the discomfort it was causing for even slight movements I had dozed off while I was trying to read the Saturday issue of the newspaper. I seemed to be in sound sleep when I was woken up by a phone call. I answered not entertaining the caller for too long, as in a few seconds, hung up. Then set the pillows from reclining to sleep mode and got the blanket covered. I seemed to have slept light this time, had a dream and am not sure after how long I woke up,
but this time I had an answer for a question that had been haunting me for a while and I had no doubts about my conclusion. When I had read about how benzene ring representation was figured out back in pre-university days, I was skeptical about if one could get answers in dreams. I had some similar experiences earlier, but I had difficulties remembering the dream and what I had concluded and it was never so obvious. The conclusion was not something that made me elated. It was real and like real things often are, it was hard to accept and appreciate readily. But I did feel dizzy once I had realised that I knew the answer now!

Rajni…

I watched Rajni’s “Enthiran”(“Robot” in Hindi) on the second day of its release in the theater last week! It was a first for me in many ways including the fact that I had not seen a Rajni movie till date(I know, what a shame!) that too in Tamil. I had seen “Hum” but he wasn’t the typical Rajni in that.

Drama queen…

I just felt sometimes I see life as a series of hours that I need live, and sometimes I am just glad its passing off. You want something, you get something else, you want something, when you get it you wish it was something else, you see something, you perceive something else. The more I think about it, for some strange reason I feel its all already decided like in something like a play where the characters are intelligent to do their parts without a script. Each actor can only improvise on the delivery but the flow is fixed. The end is fixed. And sometimes there is no charm in playing the role. What can the actor do? Huh time for a coffee may be.

Hazelnut coffeeee…mmm

Was feeling drowsy in the morning. So just went to have coffee and after many days I had hazelnut cappuccino(and also coffee for that matter) and it brings back some fond memories! I like the hazelnut flavor the most!

My sins against gender stereotypes..

I am not really sure what are those atypical characters that I have that are not exactly feminine. I like yellow and pink. I am not into gadgets. I like rom-coms. I watch foot ball matches if latin americans are playing (because some of them look like roman gods!). I love jewelly, clothes,perfumes,shoes,bags,clutches, shopping! But there are some of these qualities which I guess are not exactly feminine.

1.I speak my mind. I am frank and can easily give a piece of my mind.
2.I have a good sense of humour. I beg your pardon ladies, but some men wonder how can I be funny(as if women cant be). I sometimes wonder if witty and being funny even have anything to do with gender, but a few years ago I realised that women being humous sometimes does not go well with some men! Do I care? Guess what?
3.I want to run marathons, want to see places. I have travelled alone and had fun doing it. I mean I may need company for many things, but things that I really get high with I do it no matter whether I havecompany or not.
4.I am ambitious in some ways. I am very clear that people should know me for who I am and my identity is not just as someone daughter or spouse or sibling. Most south Indians while writing their names put their initials at the beginning. Even as a kid I used to write my name first and I knew why.
5.I am a total bully with my loved ones, at times.

P.S: This is in response to dewdrop’s tagging, finally!
http://dewdrop-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-sins-against-gender-stereotypes.html

Blue blood!

In yesterday’s newspaper I read an interesting article about Hilter having possibly descended from the same races which he considered “sub human” and wanted to eliminate! So much for the blue blood. There could be many impressions and false beliefs we have had about ourselves and the world which could be so “superficial”!

My lil buddy…

I enjoy playing with my sister’s three-year-old nephew. The other day he came and settled on my lap and started talking to me. We like each other. He asks a lot of questions. Sometimes I can answer and sometimes I end up telling him something imaginary. If I say I don’t know, he again asks why, so that’s not an option that he entertains. And I just cannot pretend I did not hear him. That day he was supposed to drink his horlicks kept on the table, when I got back from office. He asked me why should he drink horlicks. I showed him my hand and asked why his hand is not as big as mine. He took a good look at our hands and asked “Why?”. I had bought enough time to think through with my answer. I told him that was because I drank horlicks everyday and had my mumum(food in his language), and slept well – these I have heard are his tantrum areas! His next question was if he did all this would he be as tall as the ceiling fan. I said “Of course”. He asked me why I am not that tall, I said I was working on it! He sipped his horlicks and looks at his small hands to see if they had grown. I told him he can only notice changes after having the whole glass of horlicks. The trusting kid drank it all and asked me if his hands had become bigger. I showed him a small change using my index and thumb and said that there was some increase but it was small. He seemed happy that his hands and feet had become bigger, however small the change was. He showed everyone at home his new and bigger limbs. No one had a clue what he was talking about, but he clapped with joy! That was weeks ago, but even now whenever I am around and he is having something he asks me if he has grown bigger. I am just happy that I did not make up the whole thing, because the kid seems to trust me so much and he would probably not like to be taken for a ride. He is going to join school soon and I may not see him that often! Am gonna miss you buddy!

What starts right, ends right...

Whatever is started with a right intention, right feelings, for a right reason, usually ends right. With all the ups and downs that are so much a part of life, it always ends right. And the journey feels worthwhile. Start them for a wrong reason, even if you honestly, passionately work through it, and almost believe it was right, it somehow somewhere turns out to be the wrong you knew even before it all started. It seems so unfair that you put in so much of yourself into it and it just dint go right! Looks like the world acknowledges your thoughts and feelings more than yourself. On second thoughts, it all sounds funny.

I read somewhere, "Life is hard and not always fair". The passage that followed was very thoughtful. Somehow whenever I remind myself of the quote it seems to make life simple! Funny isn’t it!

Five years of blogging!

I just realized I have been a sometimes-regular-sometimes-irregular-but-anyway-alive-blogger for 5 years now! hmmmm it’s a nice feeling :)

At times...

Sometimes you live intensely. Sometimes you sit back, relax and watch your own life like something on TV. Both are fun in their own way. Sometimes you get stuck wondering about your identity, purpose, worthiness. Sometimes what the world says doesn't matter, you know it, and like never before. Sometimes you try hard to change the course of your life and end up getting disappointed. Sometimes you reluctantly give in to the current and life takes you through the most amazing experiences of your life. Sometimes you are not done yet and its already time to move on. Sometimes its just a test of endurance, the less you want the more you get. Sometimes you pause and think. And at those times it all sounds crazy. Its time for a good night's sleep.