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Turns out today is the day I landed on the US for the first time. It was six years ago though. It was a hot Sunday afternoon then. It is an equally (if not more) hot afternoon today. My mother always asks me how and why I decided to leave home. I always evade that question. I guess my inner self was pushing me for a new experience. And on the other hand, she even complains that going to CBE for

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'You are such a slave of conditioning,' He said. I smiled. 'You seem to have an evolutionary response that caters to the need to socialize, commune and reproduce. All this is cultural conditioning is such a pervasive facade,' He said. I chuckle and nod. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As he watches me come in, he jumps out of the

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She was lying beside her warm laptop, iphone, an open book, and a night lamp. She realized that she was close to too many poisonous rays with all the electronics she turned to for intimacy. Oh, the television was also on. Most nights, she didn't want to be alone. It always started the same; complete silence and darkness, the flashback mental slideshow of her failings. Perhaps she should have read

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It’s time to breathe. A deeeeeeeep breath. It might have been my history teacher from high school who once said,'The first impressions are the best impressions, but the last impression is the lasting one.' I suppose she was merely dispensing her wisdom on human nature, but it reminds me on a regular basis to hold my judgement for later, sometimes never. My friend tells me it is so hard to

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Shanger thatha or Guru thatha (or simply thatha as we knew him) was my paternal grandfather. He was 81 and had lived in Nanganallur for the last 20+ years, for the most part with my parents, me and my siblings. Before moving to Madras after his retirement, he lived in Tuticorin where he worked for the Government Telecommunications. Vague recollections of my visits to his home in Tuticorin are

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Part I is posted here She woke up a few hours later and decided to clean her home. The arranged chaos that screams home was now yelling and giving her obscene glares. Her exhaustion only made cleaning more onerous. She made a half hearted attempt to clean and soon gave up. Living alone has its advantages. You soon develop an immunity against your own convictions of cleanliness. Back in her

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In bed on a Saturday night, not having consumed even a morsel of food all day, she was staring at the torrential downpour pelt down on her French windows. The more she thought about what had just happened, the more she didn’t feel like eating. The incessant lighting and thunder, the distant rumble of the metro and traffic outside didn’t seem to distract her train of thoughts. She had a bad day

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My first memory of him is when he and his brother were picked up by our rickshaw man- I was in fourth standard. His mom, grandfather and grandmother were waving at them when they got into the rickshaw. I was a little surprised that his entire family was sending them off to school. To me, getting into the rickshaw was an ordeal. Usually I was late, thanks to my daily morning drama of '

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'Are you sure you want to go camping for 4 days with me?', she asked.'Yes. Why not? We will plan everything and it will be a lot of fun', he said. -------It was a balmy December afternoon on the west coast when she arrived. Later that day, they went shopping for camping supplies. 'You seem to be shopping as if we are going to be stranded in the middle of nowhere. I think this is just too much. We

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Have you ever played that game where you sit in a circle and close your eyes, and are asked to pass a message from hearsay from one to another? I think it was called telephone. How about you are blindfolded and have to guess what an object is just from the feel of it? How many times have you been blindfolded suddenly by someone behind you and have been asked to guess who that person was? I have

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I happen to be an epitome of feminine vacillation - internally inchoate and indistinct. I do realize that my iterative and infinitely looping indecisions and quicksilver mood changes are at best nerve wrecking, even to me. Trust me. That said, my propensity to accept or disown any sort of change includes all aspects of my life -many of them are quirks. I havent changed my wardrobe in ages. I

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Men think women like being told they are 'oh so mysterious'. I think men like telling that to women when they can't come up with anything intelligent to say. Personally, I am sick of being told that. I would like to be a person who is definable, who can be known and understood. A problem neverthless but not an enigma. If you cannot define a problem then it is not worth your effort to solve it. If

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For the most part of my new lifestyle, I spend my time alone. I seldom feel lonely. I haven't made new friends. Therefore my friends are still people whom I talk with over the phone. Food, books, exercise and work keep me occupied, sometimes overwhelmed. I have a very minimalist lifestyle too which makes it very inconvenient for guests. Until recently, all I had that could be called a furniture

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Part IPart IIThe hidden coffee shop was a decent walk from work. It was hidden because it was ensconced in an alley off the road, on a sort of hidden path, and also because that is how he liked to call it. They talked about the fallen leaves and weekend activities on their way to the shop. It was almost like the conversation was premeditated. He walked, watching the road yet equally alert to her

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Part IThe sky was her favorite blue, painted with still wisps of cloud. It was windy and cold. She was watching the world outside through the large windows thinking about her imminent coffee outing with him. She kind of knew him, but not in entirety. She didn’t intend to. They had met for the first time several months ago. To him, she seemed rather too uptight, reticent and conservative. She

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The Extinguisher- Part I.Back then, she was told that, she had her share of human failings and contradictions —someone who was driven, brilliant, interesting, intriguing, belligerent, cruel, impudent, and ultimately self-destructive. She shunned away the closer someone got to her, and yet was the one who knocked on closed doors and broke their walls. Until, one day when she seemingly vanished

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The unusual warmth of the late autumn afternoon inspired a desire for coffee and strangers over her usual and pressing chores for the weekend. She was seated outside at the shop right across the park with her double latte. Being surrounded mostly by empty tables, she wondered if it was too early for coffee. But then, coffee was an anytime indulgence. Shortly, the place was seething with people.

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Halloween night was my first girls only night out in a very long time. In like 4-5 years. In the past, my girls only time had been with my college roommates in undergrad, which were always fun. This one, happening after a very long time with my new girl gang was equally memorable. The plan was to go watch a movie, have a mexican dinner and get a glimpse of the debauchery at the Halloween parade.

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Once upon a time, not so long ago, I woke up to an epiphany. I realized that I am at an age young enough for the muscles to be mint-fresh for experimenting but also old enough to have developed and learnt fears. More than things like darkness or depth, I am afraid of enclosed empty spaces and people. Quite ironical. And then, I remember looking up into the sky and wondering, How did I ever get

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Coming up- sort of travelogue. on my solo adventure My one-on-one time with the ocean, mountains and strangers :)I am still writing that post amidst a busy schedule of cleaning, packing and moving. Will update soon.

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Sometime ago, someone asked me if I would give up on all the highs of the life, just so I don't have to experience the lows. I never gave an answer. I totally scared this person with my prolonged silence and curious smile. Makes me wonder- if you decide to give up on something, does it tend to come back to you? Has happened to me on many occasions. People, things, memories..Anyways, Nikki (my

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On a recent trip to divert my thesis writing experience, I went out on a purely photographic and culinary adventure travel over a weekend. The wanderlust in me has been planning this trip for over two years. I started panicking on missing out on it with the prospect of my move. So I took the risk of delaying my thesis stuff and ventured on the break.Although, this trip turned out to be an

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I recently saw an interesting clock. A clock with musical notes instead of numbers. I stared at it briefly and wondered what could they mean. Quite promptly, its owner pointed out that I am musically challenged. I sighed in agreement. The owner asserted that I was missing something because of the lack of an active role for music in my life. I didn't think so, or at least haven't realized so.

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I went bat watching today. Yes. Bats. Fascinating creatures aren't they? Well, being a human, I guess I find everything human so mundane ;) All these years, whenever I have driven through the road near the lake, I have seen at least a dozen spectators stand beneath the bat house across the lake to watch the bats leave their den for their nocturnal food hunt. But, I, so far have never stopped to

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The board outside the farmer's market said.'To recapture your youth, cut your son's allowance.'

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Sometimes, no matter what we do, the unwanted just happens. It seems almost like by calling something as undesirable, we secretly send out an invitation for the same. There does seem to be some trend here. Quite mysterious though. Whenever, I am up for something very important and time sensitive, it seems as if to add to the drama, I fall sick and enhance the thriller quotient by making my boss

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I just happened to watch tonight's Colbert Report while 'trying' to look up jobs. Mr.Colbert presented his view on this and it's possible impacts on the world and so on. Well, the news didn't bother me as much as his map of India. His Indian map did not have J&K. A colleague casually asked me once if J&K belonged to us and that according to her it never was represented in either India's or

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Hmmm….I decided to write this post to escape from my worldly worries on job search/ graduation/ ‘what-I-am-going-to-do-in-six-months’ syndrome/ ‘the-fact-that-I-don’t-know-the-answer-makes- me-go-nuts’/ because I am a control freak…so on and so forth.Whatever is this brouhaha over I wondered? Well, not exactly my state of mind, (for that is not worth wondering about) but the brewing storm over

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I have been busy. Very.I wish I could write something random. That would be a very liberating experience. But then, I wouldn't be able to write something specific. Like my papers, thesis, job applications and so on. Last year, would have been yet another year for many reasons. Towards the end it turned out to be different. Last year, I had the most fun in a very long time. I think I know what was

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The phone rang.I gave a lazy yawn and opened my eyes. I had been awake for about an hour. But the pleasure of just closing your eyes after waking up and lying on the bed as if in sleep is more than intoxicating. The call was from home. My weekly update sessions on everything. It typically starts out with information exchange on my last meal. Today was not different. Mom asked with a very

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The other day was a usual 'down' day at work. The usual somethings like boss in bad mood and uninterpretable results were the order of the day. Plus, I was sulking more than usual as my fall trip enthusiasm wore out to give into general listlessness and crankiness. Having sensed the brewing irritability Y suggested that I accompany him to the Asian supermarket for grocery shopping. He has been

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So lets all hail the change! America proves beyond doubt that it sure can embrace change! Reasons could be- anti-incumbency/anti-ignorance aka Palin (oh people! please catch up with her fruitfly theories..they are certainly endearing). Except the bizarre (?) move by the Russians, the whole world seems to herald the change in color in this crisp autumn weather and hopes for a better spring after a

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When do we grow older? The minute we think of what lies ahead? Oh yes..I do know that relativity is implicit in nostalgia. In the grand scheme of life, the well contoured approximations of our lapsed memories, glorifies our past. If the past is eternally glorious, is the future then dismal?And would the thought of past then make us younger?I miss the spontaneous brilliance of childhood, the

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After the journal club on thursday, the desi group decided to take a coffee break at the starbucks downstairs. I usually avoid this group not because of lack of patriotism, but purely because I-always-carry-an-air-of-busy-ness. Having deprived myself of the morning elixir due to a broken coffee pot, I joined the group. The group consists of about half a dozen tamilians from different cities in

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This past week I have been on a self imposed restriction to practice non-sarcasm. This is because my close associates insist that my sarcasm promotes my sociopathic nature and is detrimental to the human inside me. I decided to act upon this by turning a new leaf before all the leaves change color and eventually fall. Despite my persistent efforts I failed to curtail my instinctive sarcasm in the

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Our lab has quite a multi-'national' air to it. The everyday happenings in each our nations is a part of everyday chatter. Thus I have a decent knowledge of the different political systems, passions, food, culture and conditionings and I suppose I could say they have some idea about the desi life as well. They find most things in our life very amusing - starting from the colorfully contrasted

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All first moments are quite special...first gift, first friend, first salary,first love...the following first was quite an experience.... my first poster presentation today...To start with, I forgot that today was the day. Although I remembered last night about the meeting and all and kept multiple early rise alarms, I snoozed a bit longer than usual. Monday morning blues I suppose. I spent a

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Shakespeare's Juliet posed the question 'What's in a name?' to explore the connotations that a single word can hold.I am no Juliet even with my Romeo. Nevertheless, I could not but wonder about the question on the introductory statement when someone asked me why I named my car Romeo. I said, 'I like to roam in it, that is why....short form of roam-me-o'. But that was an explanation, justification

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This past week I have been lost in another world. In an effort to regain my focus I decided to shut out the real world (no cell phone and no chatting/ emails) and gain some heightened perspective and some illusory peace during this bout of detachment. I also have a poster presentation due on monday and I didn't start working on it until tuesday. The plan was to get it ready to go by today. Well,

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Dialogues within brackets were just silent thoughts to onselfDay 1: Y: I am meeting Z tomorrow. You are coming. X: Ok. When is it? Y: 10.30. In his office. X: Could you tell me where his office is? Y: Well...I don't know. It was in his email. But, I am not going to forward that to you. Find it out yourself. Will see you there tomorrow then. X: Ok (I am sure you were made to order) Day 2: X

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Grocery and laundry are a must part of a grad student's weekend routine. Almost every visit to my apartment's laundry room is full of eventualities. A paranoid hypochondriac's obsession with other people not touching his clothes even if it takes him an hour after the laundry run to be back, a lazy student mom's evening story time with her children in the air conditioned comforts of the laundry

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I have heard that the final year in college is the most memorable of all. Note: 'I have heard' in the last sentence. 'I have heard' this from most people including my parents. But personally I have a fleeting memory of how life was in college in my final year. My memory is rather vivid for the earlier years. The first half of my final year was quite action packed. I was trying to find a place

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The title means, 'Sorry for the interruption'.This apology is conveyed to readers who are annoyed by my relentless attempt to change my blog template in the last couple of days. Since I have lived a life of indecision, I am afraid this is not going to end. But believe me, I am trying...............really hard...........to please myself.How self obsessed..huh?!

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Every once in a while, I am asked to explain my research to my friends or relatives who don't have a clue as to what I am doing. My mom thinks I am trying to find a cure for cancer, my dad thinks I entertain myself with viruses for lack of better things to do and my friends think I am just an applied chemist (kaachi oothifying). In case, it wasn't obvious in the introductory statements, my

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I dedicated myself completely to wasting my time this weekend. Although I had an abstract due on Monday as well as a department talk to be given the same afternoon, I blissfully ensconced myself on my couch the whole time and indulged in nothing. Accompanied by a muted TV, I listened to loud music and browsed the internet or stared at my walls. I used music as a tool to dust the cobwebs of my

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Not a day goes by that Y doesn't worry about my health and my progressive loss of weight. Ever since he has known me, which is about 2 years, his concern has astronomically increased. He is convinced that the reason I am losing weight is because I don't eat meat and it is his daily mission in life to convince me to eat meat. I have been a vegetarian all my life and therefore I am a habitual

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I was a part of some major desi hubs in the beginning of my graduate life. I have been off the circuit for more or less two years now. I recently moved to the graduate housing village inside campus. That said I don't know my neighbours at all. I just assume where they come from based on the smell of their food. And according to my nose, the predominant smell outside our building is 'Chinese/

Snoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1447534235496524962008-09-09T21:09:00.010-04:002008-09-11T08:44:16.542-04:00

What do two friends who have known each other for 20 years talk when they chat or meet? Nothing profound actually. Y and I have known each for about 20 years (since primary school days). We even went to school in the same rickshaw.It is one of those rare friendships where choices, changes and principles have not made a difference in the way we interact. We are still the same we were years ago.

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-89444486623053869832008-09-07T12:55:00.005-04:002008-09-16T21:51:20.139-04:00

Many a times I have been told that my blog posts are hard to understand. Some have even told me that my writing persona is so 'not me'. Once someone I know even called me from Europe to get some advice on graduate schools here and ended up discussing about the two things mentioned above and another call had to be made later for the correct purpose. This has never ceased to amuse me. Do the words

Snoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-54269044521830942852008-09-06T17:44:00.005-04:002008-09-06T18:28:40.512-04:00

On my recent trip to the Pictured Rocks in Michigan with my pal, we went hiking into the woods adjoining the coast towards the isolated beaches. On our hiking paths, there were many stops for scenic lookouts. On one such stop, overlooking the Miner's Castle there were a few groups of people. One woman seemed to be a native to that place and she kept describing the beauty of that place in all four

Snoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-88288050893162023402008-09-04T20:47:00.002-04:002008-09-05T18:56:17.439-04:00

This incident happened not very long ago...X1 and X2 and Y were preparing a manuscript. The manuscript got submitted and came back for revisions. Y told X1 and X2 that they make the changes and Y will do it last. The manuscript itself was prepared with great difficulty because they had to merge the writing styles of X1, X2 and Y(which were quite conflicting due to various reasons including

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I seem to constantly surprise myself:Example 1: I performed this intense drama about two years ago when P fell into Ichetucknee springs with my camera. The drama was not enacted due to the panic attack ensuing P's struggle to come out of the water (P supposedly is a state level swimmer back home and thus I had no doubts about his survival and took his apparent struggle as a panic inducing act for

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-78166626908087578212008-09-03T08:28:00.010-04:002008-09-20T12:56:40.662-04:00

I finally managed to convince myself to do something I have been planning to do for ages. I had mastered the art of procrastination and thus my inertia was too overwhelming to conquer until now. Unlike caffeine or endorphins, I could not foresee anything that would ensue my state of activity over idleness. So just to award myself a worthy change, I started my much procrastinated photo blog - It

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-52742666094213306292008-08-24T13:49:00.004-04:002008-09-13T13:01:45.834-04:00

Today I called home like I do every weekend. Apparently they were watching the closing ceremony of the Olympics 2008 at Beijing. Two weeks ago they watched the grand opening ceremony as well. And last week when I called, I asked my brother if he was enjoying the Olympic games. It was just a rhetorical question and yet he sighed saying he doesn't watch the games because India doesn't win any

Snoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-63420677894141970872008-08-07T09:24:00.011-04:002008-09-05T18:59:05.329-04:00

Hmmm..today is the beginning of the fifth year in Gainesville!I landed on the American soil this day four years ago. I have changed my home each year, that brings me to my fifth house this year. In a couple of weeks, I would have officially entered into my fifth year in this graduate program.Sometimes it is these useless informations stored in my grey matter that shake me off my vegetative state

Snoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-15616081970554632832008-08-01T08:46:00.009-04:002008-09-05T18:59:26.894-04:00

We met three years ago on this day. He has been my faithful companion until this day. Hopefully will be the same as long as I want. My search for a perfect companion for the rocky roads of graduate life started soon after I landed on this place. I never wanted to get myself into this situation and hoped that I could survive as long as I wanted without any attachments whatsoever. Little did I know

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-79738549722078582012008-07-31T19:37:00.014-04:002008-09-09T12:59:39.494-04:00

So...a few days ago..X and Y were chatting. X on supposedly 'research' time and Y on 'work' time. X and Y were part of this gang that consisted of eager young minds spending their summers in pursuit of science when the rest of the world was doing what everyone else does in their free summer time. X and Y start talking about their cool summers- those million pranks and tea time breaks with the

Snoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-79731597353239720232008-07-22T22:45:00.012-04:002008-09-09T23:24:53.395-04:00

I found that people are of two kinds : Movie types and non-movie types. The movie types enjoy going to the movies and let themselves to get lost in its atmosphere of the big screen and the world of escapism it provides. The rest don't care so much for them. I used to go to movies with my parents even as a child when I was in Chennai. Most of the ones I watched with my parents were Superstar ones

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-89986870225430663772008-07-20T22:47:00.006-04:002008-09-05T19:05:32.256-04:00

Today is the National Ice cream Day. I came to know about this day a little over a year ago when I was visiting my favorite ice cream shop in Gainesville. It is called the Sweet dreams. It is locally owned and they sell exotic flavours of hand dipped ice cream. Mmmmm...quite yummy. In a random small talk, the shop owner told me that every third sunday in July is celebrated as the National Icre

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-27448140752986375422008-07-09T14:36:00.008-04:002008-09-05T19:26:19.858-04:00

There is a reason why I never go to the founder's gallery and the fountain area from 11.00 AM to 2.00 PM. It is usually this time of the day when people come to take there share of sunshine and meet others and eat their lunch. I hate confrontations even if they are benign. If present, you have a very good chance of meeting your classmates, committee members, juniors and seniors in their siesta

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I had to get away this long weekend. And I had already made up my mind months ago. I had a strong urge to run away from my lab and home and go get some fresh air in a new place. I visited the Niagra falls. It was certainly a bad idea. That long weekend was for the entire country and not just me. The falls couldn't have taken more people. I did the exact same mistake last year. I went this exact

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-30934044612463358042008-06-30T18:11:00.007-04:002008-09-05T19:05:10.889-04:00

It is summer in Florida now. In fact it is the first real Florida summer characterized by the typical daily thunderstorms in the four years I have been here. Being from Chennai I have been programmed to like rains. I used to walk in the rain and get wet intentionally. I hated raincoats. Rains in Chennai weren't a daily affair even in rainy season. They were a little short of a miracle. The smell

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-34608664075763051072008-06-29T12:41:00.003-04:002008-09-15T21:22:14.843-04:00

Thinking about my potentials, I realized I had absolutely no athletic accomplishments whatsoever. I never mastered any game- indoors or outdoors. I did try to participate in my school sports events, but even before I made that decision, I knew I was downright bad. All I did was a reluctant march past (that was for non athletic people and 'voluntarily and mandatory'! ). Later in my college days

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-62919327456238663672008-06-21T16:57:00.005-04:002008-09-05T19:27:02.312-04:00

It is the most clichéd topic in a conversation. And everyone talks about it no matter what their expertise is. It has a trend but is whimsical. It was the most the happening thing before oil prices became the centre of life. It was never a matter of importance when I was back home. Life just went on. No one cared for it as much as they do here. Yes there have been times when life was in havoc,

Snoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-57408008318563567292008-06-20T12:32:00.007-04:002008-09-05T19:26:48.411-04:00

I did something incredibly stupid today.I am angry. As if I don't do crap to myself....I have to deal with other people and their crap as well. I have this incurable disease to please everyone else but myself. When will I snap out of it?Am I confused? Yes.Is my ego giving trouble? Yes. It is huge and inflated and I hope the bubble bursts one day. I will be so relieved.I totally lack the hindsight

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There is a lot to say about those three letters. Someday in the future, it will mark the end of the longest journey I have consciously taken. Like scaling mountains, it has its moments of glory and beauty. Nevertheless, the journey is the toughest and most exhausting near the end. Our lab is reaching a point of a major overhaul. Some people are leaving and their spaces have to be filled. I am not

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-72650476766839415092008-06-18T20:45:00.006-04:002008-09-05T19:07:26.825-04:00

Cultivate randomness. Learn to greek your impulses.You have a choice at every moment of your life. If you aren't predictable, no one can anticipate your every move- and if someone is pushing your buttons, they won't get the satisfaction of getting the expected response.Life is a cocktail of love, hate, anger, sadness, relief and confusion. While its clamor bewilders us, the end doesn't add to the

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I am tired of retorts. Why do people disinter the dead? May be they come to haunt them. If that is not the case why visit the grave then? I thought ghosts didn't exist. I heard/read this somewhere : It doesn't matter who is right in the war of words when the worlds don't meet. It is like winning a race on special olympics. Anyways, I was trying to have a meaningful conversation with AB reminding

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This a picture I took on Saturday, right before the thunderstorm on my way back from St.Augustine. I am amused by some remarks that say my posts are despondent. I agree and do not refute. And yes I can bore people to death very easily with my low spirits. If the mood has already been established so, I wonder why do they seek the darkness then? Maybe the sun shines brighter in their part of the

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Pluto is my latest toy, my first one being Mona. Pluto is a new addition to my toy collection that includes a romeo, nano, chinku, tommy and tinku. Pluto is everything Mac and nothing else and has replaced snoopy. Pluto is right on time for my new start at my fifth and hopefully final home that I moved into last week. I feel the mild tension and excitement very much like the mood in Yael Naim's '

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Gainesville: Memories here will not totally pertain to my pursuit of PhD. It is an all inclusive compilation of unexpected events and my inability to overcome it. I am still learning to compartmentalize my memories. If successful, Gainesville will be locked up in some vestigial corners of my brain. Clearly, it has given me the best experience to understand people, but it has also changed my

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Last friday, I finally submitted a review paper that I have been working on forever and ever. I need a break from this blurry daze. I need more action than ever, for I realize my life is resonating with a big void that is caused by my hyperactive brain that is sensing this so called void..well its a vicious circle :) and I constantly drift in these hazy dreams that I don't have a clue about. My

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-2780814556118496742008-04-18T19:39:00.009-04:002008-09-05T19:19:06.794-04:00

I really am, quite disappointing as a human being.Until a few days ago, the orkut profile 'about me' said, 'If you are somebody who is nobody,then you cannot be around anybody who is everybody'. It is a dialogue taken from a Woody Allen movie 'Melinda and Melinda' closely summarizing my realization of a real world in the last four years. Nothingness seems to be a part of reality and ourselves at

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-57466361284287959502008-02-29T18:37:00.000-05:002008-09-05T19:19:41.777-04:00

I guess this blog should actually belong to yesterday. Oh well..better late than never.I realized that I never cared for this day very much until I was invited for the leap day party. Interesting effort by the College of medicine. Great food, live music and dark chocolate covered strawberries! After all its an extra day and that too once in four years. And that reminds me of my dad's constant

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I watched the Superbowl game last sunday. My first one in the last four years. I have heard/read about it all in the past years...the game and the ads! Having learnt to understand the game (not thoroughly though) I made it a point to watch the Superbowl. The flu that I have been stuck with for the last 10 days gave me a chance to lay still on my futon and stare into oblivion. With nothing more

Snoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-20819876052243884062008-01-26T20:20:00.001-05:002008-09-05T19:21:29.078-04:00

The oldest of my grandparents, my mom's dad turned 80 this past week. This blog is dedicated to all my four dear grandparents as a celebration of their endurance, zest for life and their inspiration to our family.Childhood is definitely the most joyous part of many people's life. And all the grandchildren in our family grew up under our grandparents. This is probably one of my oldest memories..

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Extremely high on life :Dand given that I even thought upon writing this note on blog means I greatly appreciate the time when I vegetate while staring at a blank wall in my room.Anyways, the question I am pondering upon right now apart from my research is why has civilization failed to create a loving image of GOD? Why do people say they are GOD fearing ? ;)Will try to post something on that

Snoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-20843793773191728792007-03-18T12:48:00.001-04:002008-09-05T19:22:38.977-04:00

Titanic...hmmmm.....I dont know how many times I have watched it so far...may be like 50? Well...it is quite a tearjearker and I do succumb to them all the time! Jack,Rose and the Titanic. It made me nostalgic when I watched it last night on tbs. I sure did sob both the times when I watched it on theatre more than 10 years ago. And now that I reckon, I dont think it should have made me FEEL!!!!

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It has been quite a while since I wrote. Having been caught up in a frenzy between my candidacy and chronic inertia, the aftermath was an excuse to indulge in nonchalance. It was primarily targeted towards my employer and has been quite successful so far. I was retrospective and I chose a lifestyle based on the peripheral requirements of social existence. And hence, when I decided the experiment

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1156029737471578602006-08-19T19:15:00.001-04:002008-09-05T19:52:01.382-04:00

Every once in a while, we get to go on a retrospective mode to wonder why we are doing what we are doing. Though, it is kind of an existential question to ask, it is something very characteristic of us at some point of time with regards to future and responsbilities towards our society. Having met many people thinking and living science, I begin to wonder the 'whys' and 'whats' of science in our

Snoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1155065921293455592006-08-08T15:34:00.001-04:002008-09-05T19:52:24.334-04:00

It was my second anniversary yesterday. I had set foot on this place two years ago. The place welcomed me with its scorching heat and blindingly bright sun at 6.30 pm. I wondered for a moment whether it was really past six in the evening. My very first thought. I knew I 'd be in this place for many years to come. Hence my fascination instantly vanished.Nothing much has changed around me in the

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1153786654975286562006-07-24T20:05:00.001-04:002008-09-05T19:29:03.040-04:00

Research and relationships are two things I almost always avoid talking about. Firstly, I havent had anything to talk on both these topics since a very long time. Secondly, they are kind of similar. You feel like you are rowing a boat, out on the sea. The momentum is high once you leave the shore and it ends once the shore begins to disappear. Pace or distance don't count anymore. You are in

Snoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1152531099761954882006-07-10T07:22:00.002-04:002008-09-05T19:29:55.601-04:00

I wasnt a sports enthusiast for a long time. Mainly because I thought I wasnt fit enough. It required energy, speed, agility, strength,practice and thinking! That was too much to ask from me. Moreover I lacked total patience for any game..TV irritated me and watching them for sports more so. But eventually I was drawn into it. Though it did require tremendous coaxing...hmm..well no......that was

Snoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1151546664123320552006-06-28T21:26:00.001-04:002008-09-05T19:45:09.611-04:00

Hmmm...People say appearances are deceptive. Assertions..perceptions..and what not.But there are very few things which appease all our senses at the same time. Well..is not pleasure deceptive as well?Crème Brûlée is one of those things that proves it.Its subtle burnt taste...its glazed finish...its two contrasting layers...its stark appearance...its 'almost' perfect! I have those numerous looks

Snoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1149439801362983582006-06-04T09:19:00.003-04:002008-10-23T21:30:25.573-04:00

Thank you Bugs for giving me "S".S for Smile!There are tons of saying about the beauty and charm of a smile. Totally innocous, spontaneous and absolutely reciprocative, a smile is a wonderful spell to cast on. My name stands for a beautiful smile too! Though to evoke one is a task by itself for others.S for Sister:My best companion at any given time. She is "Supraja" ...one that holds the

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Apart from brooding over my research, I spent my dormant blog life in watching rather thoughtful movies, reading books and listening to peppy music. While the books made me think deeper and aimlessly about many things...the movies made me feel the same about many other things...and the music kind of awakened me from time to time to the real world.Resulting in some random thoughts and scribblings!

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The usual weekend conversation:S: Hey..I am preparing for my exams dee...A: Thats what she says... I am reading Tomorrow's God..going back tomorrow.S: Why dont you think about today's man rather than spending ur time on TGA: S...Me: Ok..what abt GA: Oh..he is roaming in his new cycle..A: what's up with u? exams? books?Me: Man's Search for MeaningS: Enna dee....didnt mom teach you how to use a

Snoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1143334125348168602006-03-25T18:48:00.001-05:002008-09-05T19:51:31.138-04:00

Until now, I thought that proteins were the most finicky things on planet earth. Having worked with them and still continuing to....the word "finicky" can probably be best explained through them. Unpredictable and whimful, they just drive me crazy, until what I drive started doing that. My accord!I was infected with a passion for automobiles from my cousin. His "hot GFs" as he calls them, really

Snoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1142441168078512012006-03-15T11:42:00.001-05:002008-09-05T19:53:56.850-04:00

While it is festive mood back home with my family celebrating 25 years of my parent’s conjugal life, my call to wish them lead them present me with their progress report. Three was their magic number. While the turn of events lead to premature dispersal of the first one, the other two still remain in their pods. Wondering how their first seed to the society turned heretic, their

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Being a part of a group kind of gives us a sense of belonging, companionship. I couldn’t guess the epicenter for the recent outbreak of fellowship my classmates from college.. Emails poured into the inbox filled with nostalgia and affection. Surprise! As a person quite detached from them socially even in my college days, my group activities were restricted to lab work. Some later mailing

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I took up reading fiction quite late. While other kids of my age were reading Nancy Drews and Enid Blytons, I don’t exactly remember what I did. Guess learning music and reading science and newspapers! And so when I exhausted my seemingly endless books on general science, I decided to move into the world of fiction with Robin Cook and Sidney Sheldon. And by the time I reached Erich Segal I was

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1141393385643848232006-03-03T08:41:00.001-05:002008-09-05T20:00:55.317-04:00

Well..It has been quite some time since I played "Narathar", something which used to, quite often…couple of years back. And being surrounded by many more experienced ones here, I kind of like to enjoy their talent show! But then I read an article on mathematical theology which discussed whether GOD is a physicist or a mathematician.The article talks about the Universe having an encoded message

Snoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19528376.post-1141078559320236782006-02-27T16:16:00.001-05:002008-09-05T20:02:59.168-04:00

February is next only to October and August in my list of “Birthday Wishes”. While b’days are special to people, people suddenly become special on their b’days too. The month began with a huge chocolate cake special for RR followed by a belated wish to PB. And then, it was R’s b’day on Saturday. It has been more than five years since we know each other; and this is the first time that I

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While BK tries to motivate me to do weight training to improve my physique through his words and demonstrations, K went on to get me directly into some action. What resulted was a week of plate pouring! Whoa! 600 plates! As I decided that this could lead me nowhere other than CTS (carpal tunnel syndrome), K advised that I take up tennis or racquet ball as he found my efficiency in plate pouring

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I am a SAFI girl. According to many, nothing could be bitterer than SAFI. While I initially started having it for its medicinal properties, these days it is more because of a habit than a medicine. While people started their day with coffee, I used to start my day with SAFI. As people around me wondered how I could bear with its bitter taste without a flinch, I turn philosophical and explain

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It has probably been quite a while since I have been ill. While there can be many possibilities as to how I got sick, I just think sickness seems to always give me the needed break. And I seem to have an amazing history of sickness. I have always contracted major diseases in my life during exams! And so was it this time too. With lot of assignments and exams due, I just whiled away the time being

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Ultimate decadence with molten Amedei- Chauo!

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After a brief lag phase I entered into the log phase of my work couple of days back. While in transition, I suddenly grew restless when people were around me. I suddenly became a misanthrope and decided to develop resistance, mainly towards people. The only means by which I thought I could achieve this was to stop giving my time and thought to other's opinions and not enter into a never ending

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Transit lounge reminds me of waiting. Time seems to just dilate. It’s probably worth a wait for people who have some excitement for their destination. But for some, who just know what they are running away from, without the knowledge of where they are heading to, the wait time is rather too painful. They are lost in transition.I realized last week that I was back to square one in many aspects.

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It was one of these "me and my research " days today. Being the sunday in a long weekend, no one was around in my department. And I found this book on my desk. It was "The Purpose driven Life" by Rick Warren. I guess it was my colleague's book. With a very brief glance I understood that the purpose of the book was purely religious.But the title of the book has kind of been a familiar topic to me.

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