Bored Beyond Belief

My tryst with late nights is becoming a seriously concerning issue. This is my second post past mid-night and to make matters worse its on a weekend. And its not because I was out partying late or with friends. And neither is it insomnia that is keeping me awake. Quite the contrary actually, I have a huge pile of school work waiting to be done for Monday and yet here I am struggling to make myself focus and do my readings and write-up a decent enough summary for the same. Why me, is all I ask!

One good thing about this school term is that I get a lot of "me" time. I guess that is kinda the whole issue here. You take an MBA student and kill them with a hectic semester and then you give them the Spring term with relatively little to do. Well, thats worse than actually killing them. I am left with time that I have no idea how to deal with. It's oddly unsettling and almost normal. Not good. I say, not good.

I've actually started working out. Shocked? Me too! I even made a "Workout Playlist" on my iPod. I've been to a Power Yoga class, one session of Zumba and a two hour Salsa class tomorrow.

Readings? What readings? Which summary? :P

Nothing good happens after 2 AM

...and here I am at 3:13 AM giving a new look to my blog.

So many of my classmates have recently joined the blogger world. I am happy to have them.

However, no one seems to read my blog. Je suis tres sad! :(

Let's play "Catch Up"

Being back in school is fun in some ways...and not in some other ways...

Last year, when I moved to South Carolina I was too excited and ready for the ride to begin...but that excitement got me only a little far. Once the CORE of my MBA program started, things started getting too hectic and a little on my nerves. I found myself being constantly stressed out and having to choose between cook, study, shower or sleep at 8 or 9 in the night. Not an easy choice, lemme tell you.

But, I'm happy I did have the most stressed-out 6 months of my life. This is what I had wanted and I'm glad I ended up this way. I may have cribbed and whined to my girl-friends, friends, parents and sister; but truth be told I wanted to crib and whine and feel oh-so-importantly-busy. Yes, I am vain and I wanted it all and like I said, I'm happy to count this experience as an achievement in the year gone by.

Spring term just started and its boringly-busy. Yes, that is a word and I will use it even if you say no. I want a better lifestyle this spring and so I have this TO-DO list stuck to the wall in my room to work-on. Today, I guess I've gone a little towards achieving it by making my roomie my diet-cum-workout-buddy. We want to start Zumba classes and Yoga classes from next week on. Can't wait...

So let's play "catch up", huh?

I finally enjoyed my first real snow-fall. And believe me, its NOT easy to make a snowman. And I am not alone in thinking this. I asked around, seriously.

I walk everywhere I need to go or ask around for a ride. There is NO public transport in this country.

I miss going out on the street and calling for a rickshaw. I miss that I can go from one end of the city to the other in less than $3.

I wonder at how I've switched to "dollarizing" everything instead of talking in "rupees".

I live in the south which means that I live with a train-track not ten feet away from my apartment building. I have a mental time-table of the trains and I work my way around that to get to school. Not kidding, believe me.

My roommate is from Romania. And no, she is not a descendant of Dracula. On the same lines, I've also clarified with her that I do NOT come from a family of snake-charmers. So I guess we both learnt something from each other, don't you think?

I can cook really well. Oh yeah, I will boast about this. Come live with me for a week and you'll know.

I shopped for 24 hours straight during Black Friday and burnt a huge hole in my bank account. Unfortunately, this is all the shopping I did in a looooong while. I miss the time when I was earning and every weekend was synonymous with shopping trips to the mall and Commercial Street or Jayanagar.

Eating out! Oh dear God how I miss that! When you are a grad student and you go from earning to no earning, life is tough. I only eat out in places where I can get a meal for less than $5 (excluding taxes). I feverishly look for coupons online and in the junk mail I get. "Free Food" is a dangerous term to be uttered around me. Or any other grad student for that matter :)

But looking back I'm happy with this new year. I started this new phase in my life and I've met an amazing bunch of people and made so many new friends.

I can truly say that right now, Life's Good! :)

TA-DAA !!!

OK...so like I promised, here come the updates!

--> I finally got all my papers and made it to USA in one piece. USA, baby! :)

--> Had an amazing 10 days with my sister and mom...dad's the only one missing :(

--> Have you ever felt like a star for one day? As in celeb wise? I did! I got a hair-cut and everyone at the salon stood around me and just looked at my hair all the while going "OMG...I'm so jealous, you have such beautiful hair!" Hee hee...but yeah, I chopped some off and got bangs. The last time I remember having bangs was in 5th grade. LOL

--> Major shopping spree...mostly for college and we tried to hit as much of the clearence sales as possible. What? I'm a student...need to watch my budget now!

--> Went on my first road trip and crossed 4 states to finally reach SC. Columbia, baby! :P

--> Horrible apartment hunting expedition...literally killed all of us. I meant the heat, not the apartment search.

--> Went through a bad bout of home-sickness. Nearly recovered now.

--> Settled finally in my new apt.

--> Had my first official "accident" in campus. Fell down during games and hurt my knees badly. On rest for like 10 days now. Superstitious idiot that I am, I'm kinda relieved that I've gotten over the impending "bad" thing. But couldn't make it to the Community Service Projects today :(

--> Almost done with the first week of orientation. Classes start after the 4th of July long weekend. All geared up and ready to go! :)




P.S.: I miss you all @ Blore... :(


P.S.S.: Pics to follow soon! :)

Hmmm... :)

No...I'm not dead.

Yes...I'm very much alive.

It's just that there are way too many things changing around me way too fast! And I'm kinda superstitious about NOT talking about certain things unless and until they finish happening. So I'm gonna keep mum for...ummm... lets say another month....until I deem it safe to say anything?


Oooh...but there's a hint in the pic... :P


I hope I din't jinx anything... :)

On a bored Sunday evening...

I am a woman who makes mistakes, someone who cries on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed, I am a woman who often becomes bored with my life and find it hard to get up for work in the morning. I am a woman who more often than not has a bad hair day, who looks in the mirror and wonders why I can’t just drag myself to the gym more often; I am a woman who sometimes questions what reason I have to live on this planet. I am a woman who sometimes just gets things wrong.

On the other hand, I am a woman with a million happy memories, who knows what it is like to experience true love and who is ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whatever lays ahead, I know I will open my heart and follow where it leads me.

In the meantime, I will just live.

DISCLAIMER:
All the content in this post are the sole copyright of Harper Collins Publishers and Cecilia Ahern. No plagiarism intended.

Greed

What happens when you get something that you desperately wanted?

You are greedy and indulge in wishful thinking of the unattainable option that you dream of everyday before you fall asleep.

Sometimes I love him, sometimes I hate him…but mostly I just miss him a lot!

I never thought I would say this, but yeah, I miss him. Like crazy. I mean I don’t get it. It was never supposed to be this way. I was always adamant in going away as far as possible from him. Still, here I am, missing him like crazy.

And to make matters worse, astrologically speaking too, he is supposedly the ruling kingpin in my karmic universe. But I always hated him and wanted to get away.

But now that I am really away, I’ve realized how much I miss him. How much I literally crave to catch a glimpse of him and feel him and sense him and just know that he’s around.

When did I become like this? Gawd…I dunno!

But like a fairy story ending…one fine evening, he found me and I found him. He came up to my desk quietly and when I looked up, there he was, in his usual brilliance with the 100 watt smile and a small H'lo... :)

It’s so difficult to get some good SUN in namma Bengalooru. I am sooooo looking forward to this summer. Welcome back Sunny Boy… :P

The One With The Pineapple Wine

"A...."

I woke up groggily and reached out for my cellphone as a reflex reaction. The tiny time stamp at the top right corner blinked at 12:34...so early? Who's waking me up so bloody early on a Sunday? I managed to kick the rajai out of my face and peeped out to see Mai towering over me...

"Hmmm...huh...yaaru...yenu...Mai...how was your class?"

"You haven't cooked yet?!?!?!?!?!?"

This rude question woke me up completely and I realised that we had a pot-luck party for which, of course, I was the one who had to cook. I immediately sat up on my bed, "Aiyyo...haudu kane..."

"What A, I'm so hungry!!!!!"

Well that makes two of us, I thought to myself, as I gingerly groped my way around the room and switched on the light. Next target was to hunt for my clutcher in an attempt to try and clip back my hair that had a tendency to make me look like I was ready to audition for the role of Morticia Addams. I finally managed to find my clutcher lying under the remotest, inaccessible corner of my cot. With this done, I sat down with Mai glowering at me across the room with a puppy-dog face and briefed her on Plan Biryani (veg, of course).

As Mai and Zombie started on the vegetables, I quickly freshened up and washed the cobwebs off my eyes. Breakfast seemed like a good idea, especially considering the fact that I had crashed at 6 AM after a night-out through Saturday. Very soon, I had gobbled down 3 dosas and started getting the rest of the ingredients ready for the Biryani.

After 3 trips by 3 different people to the mulai angadi (to buy a list comprising of 5 ingredients), 2 frantic calls to the main PG for kadai and several trips to Mai's spice shelf; we were finally ready to begin. In between all this commotion, we managed to get our WiFi router installed too...huh, talk about multi-tasking.

Finally, at 3:30 PM we all dug in with relish for a really, really, really late lunch. But then, that's what weekends are about. Breakfast at lunch hours, lunch at the snacks hour, coffee at dinner time, dinner at 10 and soup at 4 AM the next day :D

So in keeping with such a tradition, around 7'ish we were all seated around in my room as usual b****ing about this and that when Mai decided to show RR a sample of the yellow colored concoction that was sitting on our nightstand for the past couple of weeks. She picked up the bottle and started lecturing RR about the weird concoction and its supposed characteristics when all hell broke loose. What happened next was like seeing some scene out of a movie/sitcom in slow-motion mode.

Mai was in the centre of the room with RR close to her left and me on Mai's right. Radz was seated cross-legged on the floor in front of the laptop and typing away furiously in her blog. As Mai started unscrewing the bottle, I warned her that...err...the bottle had a tendency to...ummm...misbehave. But of course, she bore no heed to my warning and with full-on enthu she only concentrated on opening the bottle. A split second later we were all running in different directions from the bitter-sweet concoction that was well behaving like a sprinkler which was turned on.

All that I saw was the fizz building up in the bottle, the cap that flew into Mai's face and knocked her back, the bottle that fell to the ground and the concoction that was spraying its generous self all over me.

Another split second later, the bottle had stopped spinning and all of us were laughing like a pack of hyenas. RR was on Zombie's bed curled up in laughter, I was in the farthest corner of the room still assessing things around me and also laughing hysterically, Radz was literally screaming with laughter (this is the loudest I have heard her laugh) and Mai, well she was a sight to behold: her glasses were off and her eyes wet with one eye twitching like crazy, her face was full PINK and she was drenched in wine that was dripping all over her.

We laughed for a full 10 mins..non-stop. What can I say, we were hysterical and there was no controlling us. And the fact that there was wine splashed on all our walls and the ceiling and the beds and the mirror and the cupboard and Mai and all of us, only made matters worse. Zombie rushed in soon afterwards and looked with dismay at her wine bottle. This only made us howl more.

My room smelled of brandy and pineapple for a full week after this incident. Everytime I walked in, I wrinkled my nose and held my breath for the fraction of the second when the door swung open. No one in our PG believed that we had "accidentally"...err...spilled the wine.

I can't blame them, who will believe a bunch of single gals who were caught drenched in brandy on V Day? It's a cynical world out there, I tell ya!

A Walk To Remember

No, this is not sycophantic re-review of the movie.

But still, have any of you seen this other movie "Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs"??? There's this one freaky invention in that's called a "Monkey Thought Translator" for a monkey called Steve. I sooo wished I had something like that yesterday.

I had too many cobwebs in my head and wanted to get rid of them. So I went for a long walk last night in our very own Korm park. It felt good. I was alone. I had my music. And it was pitch-dark, thanks to BESCOM and their load shedding.

And as I was cleaning out the cobwebs, I kept thinking like I am writing it...but in my mind. And I wished I had that "Thought Translator" and another recording device of some sort (my cellphone would do, right?) so that I could get it recorded and then play it back and write it down as an amazing blog. Of course, I am no Flint Lockwood so I'm just stuck with these things that I need to write.

I'll try to pen it all down over the weekend. Plus, the wine story too...I know its pending. Patience, people! Patience! :P