For me it was the 10 days that we were separated for in 2008. He sent me one reason everyday- one reason he loved me. The one on the 10th day blew my mind. Best separation ever :)
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Just Your Regular Sweet Nothings
Me and Shady have a HUGE fight in Chi. It is epic. It is all because he wanted to go running for 15 mins before we headed out. We were already late. I really wanted to see the city. He wakes up at 11.30 and goes: I am going to write a paper, work out, take a shower, eat lunch and then show you around. I go storming out of the door.
Later Mike acts as duck tape and brings all of us together. At this time the sulker in me is having multiple orgasms because I haven't had so much to sulk about in ages. Still giving the boys my somewhat silent treatment. This is one conversation I remember:
Me: (Gazing away at the city skyline)
Shady: (A little scared about approaching me, knows I am crabby crabbyson)
Shady: (Bites the bullet. Thinks its best to try and get shot down than not try at all)
Shady: What are you thinking about Boo?
Me: (Calmly) It is illegal
Shady: O! God. That was quick. You must really be thinking about killing me seriously.
We both burst out laughing. It is exactly what I was thinking about.
#laloca
Later Mike acts as duck tape and brings all of us together. At this time the sulker in me is having multiple orgasms because I haven't had so much to sulk about in ages. Still giving the boys my somewhat silent treatment. This is one conversation I remember:
Me: (Gazing away at the city skyline)
Shady: (A little scared about approaching me, knows I am crabby crabbyson)
Shady: (Bites the bullet. Thinks its best to try and get shot down than not try at all)
Shady: What are you thinking about Boo?
Me: (Calmly) It is illegal
Shady: O! God. That was quick. You must really be thinking about killing me seriously.
We both burst out laughing. It is exactly what I was thinking about.
#laloca
Things That Keep Me Up At Night
Everyone is going all braveheart on the Republican nominees and their ridiculous opinions. Now they found some support from an unlikely source - Pat Robertson. I hear Jon Stewart and a lot of my friends on Facebook going - well if Pat Robertson says you need to tone it down you must really need to fucking tone it down.
That doesn't make any sense. Here is why:
Pat Robertson thinks homosexuality and bestiality are one and the same thing. They are not.
Pat Robertson thinks that Haitian's sold their souls to the devil to buy their freedom from France and their payment was extracted in the form of the devastating earthquake. They did not and it was not.
Pat Robertson is a raging lunatic.
He is the opposite of someone whose opinion should be quoted.
If he asks the Republican nominees to shut up - they shouldn't. They should do the opposite.
The only reason the Republican nominees like Rick Perry should shut up is if sensible people ask them to shut up. If they aren't listening to the voices of reason why on earth would they listen to the senile voice of Pat Robertson.
It is a little bit ridiculous that this is keeping me up at night!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Crazy Lady Attack
I woke up this morning to a couple of rather ridiculous/slanderous comments on my blog from an obviously cccrraazzayyy lady from Cupertino, CA, whose name is... wait for it... Gitanjali! She also goes by Gigi. For a second I was like.. What Would Don Draper Do?
She was bat shit insane. Like way way out there whacko. I am talking T-Rex on cocaine insane! I guess i made my point. Must control tiny fists of fury!
So CL/ T-Rex as she shall hence forth be known is at least older than 50. But, she thinks that her computer which was hacked at some point had material very similar to what she see's in my blog. Kinda weird since she is at least double my age if not more. So I have concluded that it could be one of three things:
1. She has never ever ever heard of a namesake and doesn't believe people can have similar experiences or,
she has wayyy too much time on her hands to Google not just her name but also her nickname
OR - THIS SEEMS MOST LIKELY
.
This will explain why I have disabled comments on my profile. As my environmental econ prof used to say - don't indulge the crazies with argument they will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.
She was bat shit insane. Like way way out there whacko. I am talking T-Rex on cocaine insane! I guess i made my point. Must control tiny fists of fury!
So CL/ T-Rex as she shall hence forth be known is at least older than 50. But, she thinks that her computer which was hacked at some point had material very similar to what she see's in my blog. Kinda weird since she is at least double my age if not more. So I have concluded that it could be one of three things:
1. She has never ever ever heard of a namesake and doesn't believe people can have similar experiences or,
she has wayyy too much time on her hands to Google not just her name but also her nickname
OR - THIS SEEMS MOST LIKELY
.
This will explain why I have disabled comments on my profile. As my environmental econ prof used to say - don't indulge the crazies with argument they will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
A Letter To My 16 Year Old Self
Hi Gitanjali,
I am writing to you from the future. I/you are now 9 years older and none the wiser. But, there are things that I think I can tell you that might make things easier for you. 11th grade is going to be hard. It's ok to not have friends or make friends with people you have nothing in common with. Studying science is going to be a struggle. Home life will also be a struggle. But after all these struggles you will have come out a much stronger girl.
Try not to live anyone else's dream. Clearly you missed the boat when it came to studying for medical school. Let it go and pursue something else. Don't dwell on it. You will be your own force of nature in your own way one day.
No matter how much weight you lose at this age it will not help your self confidence. You could be the prettiest, skinniest girl in the class but the only way you will make friends in your new school is if you are completely soulless. You aren't. Also losing a lot of weight is just going to make you sick. So eat all the delicious food that was denied to you in boarding school and be happy.
Two years from now you will meet a boy who will break your heart. It will seem irreparable but that is just the beginning. Don't think you can be a man. You are sensitive and you should embrace it. Whoever hurt you should know they hurt you. It is not a sign of weakness. Nothing is a sign of weakness other than keeping yourself shut and trying to manipulate your feelings to seem like something you aren't.
You won't meet many other men before you meet the right one. That is about 6 years away. But that is ok. You will still have questions about men and always be hauntingly suspicious and demanding. Embrace it because someone else will embrace that about you. Someone will embrace all your imperfections.
That stupid itch that you have before exams when your entire body swells up is a psychosomatic reaction - hives is what they call it in the US. That will go too :)
You are so beautiful and so clueless about your radiance. Try to maintain that and remain naive. No matter how much people try to show you the dark side of the world. Sometimes naivete is what it takes to make a regular day seem extraordinary and a regular life seem fulfilling.
Don't hate on your Mom so much. You are more like her than you think.
Love,
Gigi
I am writing to you from the future. I/you are now 9 years older and none the wiser. But, there are things that I think I can tell you that might make things easier for you. 11th grade is going to be hard. It's ok to not have friends or make friends with people you have nothing in common with. Studying science is going to be a struggle. Home life will also be a struggle. But after all these struggles you will have come out a much stronger girl.
Try not to live anyone else's dream. Clearly you missed the boat when it came to studying for medical school. Let it go and pursue something else. Don't dwell on it. You will be your own force of nature in your own way one day.
No matter how much weight you lose at this age it will not help your self confidence. You could be the prettiest, skinniest girl in the class but the only way you will make friends in your new school is if you are completely soulless. You aren't. Also losing a lot of weight is just going to make you sick. So eat all the delicious food that was denied to you in boarding school and be happy.
Two years from now you will meet a boy who will break your heart. It will seem irreparable but that is just the beginning. Don't think you can be a man. You are sensitive and you should embrace it. Whoever hurt you should know they hurt you. It is not a sign of weakness. Nothing is a sign of weakness other than keeping yourself shut and trying to manipulate your feelings to seem like something you aren't.
You won't meet many other men before you meet the right one. That is about 6 years away. But that is ok. You will still have questions about men and always be hauntingly suspicious and demanding. Embrace it because someone else will embrace that about you. Someone will embrace all your imperfections.
That stupid itch that you have before exams when your entire body swells up is a psychosomatic reaction - hives is what they call it in the US. That will go too :)
You are so beautiful and so clueless about your radiance. Try to maintain that and remain naive. No matter how much people try to show you the dark side of the world. Sometimes naivete is what it takes to make a regular day seem extraordinary and a regular life seem fulfilling.
Don't hate on your Mom so much. You are more like her than you think.
Love,
Gigi
Monday, October 17, 2011
Even Peace Maybe Purchased At Too High A Price
I grew up with a lot of Tibetan friends. I am still good friends with most of them and through them I have met some beautiful people. This article about Tibet (it will always be Tibet to me) makes me sad: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/18/world/asia/ninth-tibetan-a-nun-immolates-herself-in-anti-china-protest.html?ref=world
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Weekend Shenanigans
What a great weekend this has been! It reinstates my belief that girls are so much fun to hang out with. Yes we are!
Friday night: Got off from work on a not so high note. Rushed to the metro. Saw a guy with a ukulele that had a feather on its back on the metro. He was playing and tuning the thing with so much enthusiasm. The thing is - it wasn't making any sounds. NBD. Got off at Chinatown and for some reason I felt completely lost. Met my friend at gallery place and soon three of us were headed to watch Moneyball. Those critics who reviewed the movie must not have watched it on a Friday night after a week of work. Also they could not have been sober. Also, I think they were all living under rocks for the last 20 years. It was an ok movie at best. It was such an OK movie that I didn't care enough to wait for the entire movie to end so I could go pee. After that we went to dinner and spend the entire conversation talking about hauntings and ghosts. It was really freaky. Ended up deciding to go on a day trip to Harper's Ferry the next day. Also, were too scared to walk/metro back home alone so we all got in a cab till J's car and then she dropped us home.
Saturday: Got in a ridiculous misunderstanding with my Dad. Cried for 2hrs on the phone with my Mom. It was a beautiful day so I got my act together and left the house on time to meet K at Silverspring for our road trip. Ok, it was just supposed to last an hour. But, the weather was soo brilliant and our conversation was so engaging that we overshot one exit by 30 miles. Then, neither of us had a smart phone or a GPS. Called The Boy from Hancock. No, I still don't know where that is exactly. He gave us directions which was through some of the most charming places I have seen in the US. We stopped at Historic Boonsboro. Disclaimer: From this point onwards most towns will be referred to as Historic. Got some apple cider, peach butter and honey. Took some pictures. Got back in car and drove. Reached (Historic) Harper's Ferry and still couldn't find it. Drove up to (historic) Bolivar. Drove back down to Harper's Ferry. Its a realllllly small but beautiful town. Situated at the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers, it is really gorgeous. Little shops that sell cute souvvenirs and roughly two restaurants and THREE ice creams shops. Its all very charming. Bought little Wood Wick candles that crackle when they burn and smell like pine forests. Had dinner then headed to our haunted tour. That ended at 10 in the night and we drove back to DC.
Sunday: Went to Cox Farms for pumpkin picking! Yay. So grateful to experience fall in all its glory. Ate too much but also walked around a lot. The fresh air seems to make me really happy. Also being in green, open places reminds me a lot about my childhood days growing up in the tea plantation.
The best part about the weekend was being able to use my camera which has been lying around hibernating. Here are some pictures :)
Friday night: Got off from work on a not so high note. Rushed to the metro. Saw a guy with a ukulele that had a feather on its back on the metro. He was playing and tuning the thing with so much enthusiasm. The thing is - it wasn't making any sounds. NBD. Got off at Chinatown and for some reason I felt completely lost. Met my friend at gallery place and soon three of us were headed to watch Moneyball. Those critics who reviewed the movie must not have watched it on a Friday night after a week of work. Also they could not have been sober. Also, I think they were all living under rocks for the last 20 years. It was an ok movie at best. It was such an OK movie that I didn't care enough to wait for the entire movie to end so I could go pee. After that we went to dinner and spend the entire conversation talking about hauntings and ghosts. It was really freaky. Ended up deciding to go on a day trip to Harper's Ferry the next day. Also, were too scared to walk/metro back home alone so we all got in a cab till J's car and then she dropped us home.
Saturday: Got in a ridiculous misunderstanding with my Dad. Cried for 2hrs on the phone with my Mom. It was a beautiful day so I got my act together and left the house on time to meet K at Silverspring for our road trip. Ok, it was just supposed to last an hour. But, the weather was soo brilliant and our conversation was so engaging that we overshot one exit by 30 miles. Then, neither of us had a smart phone or a GPS. Called The Boy from Hancock. No, I still don't know where that is exactly. He gave us directions which was through some of the most charming places I have seen in the US. We stopped at Historic Boonsboro. Disclaimer: From this point onwards most towns will be referred to as Historic. Got some apple cider, peach butter and honey. Took some pictures. Got back in car and drove. Reached (Historic) Harper's Ferry and still couldn't find it. Drove up to (historic) Bolivar. Drove back down to Harper's Ferry. Its a realllllly small but beautiful town. Situated at the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers, it is really gorgeous. Little shops that sell cute souvvenirs and roughly two restaurants and THREE ice creams shops. Its all very charming. Bought little Wood Wick candles that crackle when they burn and smell like pine forests. Had dinner then headed to our haunted tour. That ended at 10 in the night and we drove back to DC.
Sunday: Went to Cox Farms for pumpkin picking! Yay. So grateful to experience fall in all its glory. Ate too much but also walked around a lot. The fresh air seems to make me really happy. Also being in green, open places reminds me a lot about my childhood days growing up in the tea plantation.
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