Tuesday, July 25, 2006

in a couple of days i travel to the east coast...its been five flips to the calendar since i have travelled and i am looking forward to this trip for many reasons....the promise of good food....the few hours a year with my niece...and now my nephew lays claim also to those few hours...the excitement of meeting Scully a full ten years after we started off....the chance to revisit some good times from many years ago with Sue and AB....[dilettante will be thoroughly missed...but only maybe till the second drink has worked its magic...]

i missed out saying the things i had to about my trip to Bombay and Bangalore...and then about the killer time in San Jose...might be a little too late for that...

this post is to serve as a reminder to me about my mind making note [rolling on the floor] about having to blog about the trip...

Sunday, July 23, 2006

long live

Saturday, June 03, 2006

noi

ear warm from the phone and old eyes darting....
smug smile and beautiful quiet eyes waiting....
the warmth of home.

a handshake and a pretty smile at the door...rewards for not forgetting...honestly though for the warmth that was shared.....answer to a question that could have else remained unanswered.

off came the socks....feet rested on grass...hands cradled hands....until white cups caught eyes...the coffee else could have stained the insides.

holding each other with eyes....shapes and colors of all, now grains of a color unnoticed....the grass not as lush...the years have aged all....all but the magic.

alone. thoughts and conversations. horses. sunlight. peace. movement. life. photographs. pictures. twists. lilliums. friends. gifts. smiles. quiet. company. rain. tears.

...and then a touch and a whisper. stars and eyes. a coax and a smile.

fingers reach up and touch the windchime....odd look on the hostess to a tradition that started long before she started there...

it's time

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

i am IT

..because i got tagged by Jo...

i loved being IT...it gave me the freedom to wreak havoc...i could chase anyone i chose to [well i guess i still do that but in a different sense]...and i was very comfortable knowing that i ran faster than most of those that i hung out with [well not anymore...a potbelly does little to help....hmm not entirely...it does cushion the fall when someone shoves me from behind]...i can begin to digress and never play the role of IT....and no-one would like that...

while i am IT, you play by my rules....i am not going to be lame and think of five things for each of these...

guilty pleasures
- "just five more minutes" while splayed out in front of the tv especially when there is an exam of some sort round the bend
- Unreal tournament and yahoo conversations while at work [God bless Alt-Tab]

things i never want to forget
- coffees on sunday mornings in Bangalore
- the feeling of home
- laughs and conversations shared, particularly those with ghulaam saab
- pictures from the first burmese rosewood weekend
- the slightest of drizzles through the window while laying on my bed
- the feeling of walking on grass
- the light-headed feeling when i lost my memory for a day [thanks to Taps]
- the patterns on my ceiling [from Fall 2004]
- the people that stood by me when it was dark
- magic
- the rain at Solstice 2005

things i wish to forget
- a conversation with a crush from high school [shamefully i laugh when i recount it]
- the same patterns on my ceiling
- a disastrous date not too long ago [Crash is not a good date-movie and Taps is a biatch]
- some online conversations [and how i wish i could get them to forget it too]

unforgettable dishes [edited from 'really exotic dishes i have tried']
- the chicken steak at Victoria House [i have repeatedly claimed that each bite had a 1000 orgasms per minute packed into it]
- lamb tiks at a couple of Ethiopian food places
- avocado shake [yes i know it is a drink...but i think you are forgetting the title of this blog entry]
- green mussels at Takas and the Crazy Chef roll at Samurai
- toast and omelettes on Saturday mornings from a long time ago
- the rice dumplings at Herbs and Spice, Bangalore

crushes [this is more like a confession darnit]
- swift runner from the Emerald house in high school
- ex-neighbor in Bangalore
- ex-colleague with whom i watched Crash

close brushes with death/danger
no brush with death that i can recollect…so i guess there isn’t anything that exciting yet…

strangest dream
used to be quite a common dream when i was little....and seems like it occurred more when i was unwell...this dinosaur-scale lizard would chase me all over my house with obvious intentions...i would run, dodge and hide...and it would take bites of me every now and then while i would yell, scream and run some more.... i remember waking up thoroughly scared.... beats me as to how i developed this nightmare coz this was a decade before Jurassic Park even came out....

preferable modes of suicide
what kinda crap is this? i would not ‘prefer’ suicide over life….but if i have to have to then maybe:
standing in the middle of the interstate and trying to embrace a semi heading towards me…strangely i am more comfortable with a semi than a train…a definite no that…

favorite characters [edited from 'favorite superhero']

i like Superman for being the only true superhero that needed to create a human identity....but that does not qualify him as my favorite...i do have a bunch of characters that i like though none are superheroes....

Dexter, Calvin, Granny Weatherwax and Santiago to name a few...

people on my hate list
the slate is rather black….don’t make me reach for the chalk…

most valued personal possessions

i had to think about this for a bit...
- a bunch of emails
- a bunch of pictures and notes that i have collected over time

- a shiny spoon

and now that i am done chasing keys on the keyboard for this particular round, i guess it’s only but fair that i tag someone….so index-finger touching Ruth, Sus, Trips and Dilettante

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

trip to Phoenix, Az: Jan 20 - Jan 23, 2006

the first roadtrip of the year and certainly one that has gone down as one of the most memorable in this lifespan...this in brief clarifies...

i had visited Phoenix once earlier...to watch Rush perform in the Summer of 2005.....many were the choice words that had found seats in my opinion of Phoenix...the weather was the main crib...temperatures in the 110 degree range coupled with 50% humidity would make most Bangaloreans feel that they had been judged and sent to hell...

this time round though Phoenix turned on the charm in the weather department....the company was fabulous...the food was brilliant...my opinion about the place now holds no choice words...but its still a place that needs you to don a fireman's suit in summer.....

had the best Mexican food ever at Barrio Cafe on 16th St....a must visit...it has its issues with timings but i love the fact that you can't make reservations at a place as nice as this...

it was also where i learnt that burritos have no place in a true Mexican menu...because burritos are not really Mexican....its an American invention...much like the fortune cookies in Chinese restaurants...the guacamole casero was a good indication to how thumping the food at the place was going to be...none of the entreés that i tried dissapointed...actually they made me wish i had not committed to meet with other friends for dinner the same evening...yes yes i eat a lot and as often...so when the early Mexican dinner plan came up, i said "sure why not...i'll eat a little"....the dishes that we ordered were all vegetarian...and that bowled me over...so i cannot imagine how good the ones with meat would be....i work with the theory that if a place can get the veggie dishes right, there is little chance they will get the non-veggie stuff wrong...i am yet to be served by that theory...they have a 12-hour slow roasted pork dish that i intend to try the next time i visit...

i wondered if the place had perserved in getting its desserts right too....without a doubt, the desserts were brilliant....every dessert at this table of ten was sampled....closed eyes, a relaxed sigh and mamma mia...each one warranted nothing less...

post dinner, Sizzel and i met up with a couple of friends at a chaat* place [forgot the exact place - Little India or some such...i'll post the information in the comments]...4-star grade it was...i did not eat...i exemplified gluttony by pigging out after a moderately heavy dinner....purely forced by the superb way in which each dish was made to please....

the drive back was rather painful....we started late...short on sleep....exhausted...not a good mix....but i got to try out what snapping out of a millisecond nap while at 100 mph feels like...the first time around i was wide awake after realizing and calming myself down...a couple times later i realized it just wasn't worth pushing that hard....an hour long nap later, Sizzel took charge and we got into Albuquerque at the crack of dawn...

wish i had sat down earlier and blogged...i am sure i am missing details and opinions....


oh yes...the other thing about Phoenix...the interstates are messed up....be sure to travel with new maps...we got lost repeatedly thanks to not knowing that the 101 was not complete and hence wasn't the loop it claimed to be....and also for travelling with maps that were a tad old...

* savory snacks served at roadside stalls in India especially

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

breaking the silence

many dizzy trips of clock-hands later, i am back...a lot has happened and there could have been more blogs between the last and this....

so although i hate having to type relying on memories that are older than a couple of days, i am going to give it a shot and blog about all that has been...

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

lobo falls out of a plane - 21 Jan, 2006

i was going to wait till i heard from my advisor...but it is not standard fare for


me to fall out of a plane.....words elude....cusswords don't help either....so i won't try...

a gift from Sizzel that sure has been the best in recent years....actually not much comes to mind to displace it from the spot it holds...[thanks so much Sizzel.....you are way ahead now...but hopefully my time will come...]

planned in secret by Sizzel, initially it was meant to be just her and me jumping...then Kris who is closing in on 700 jumps and video-records jumps was roped in....his wife followed...and then more friends who lived in Phoenix....so Sizzel and i drove in to Phoenix...me under the impression that we were to go "hiking"...finally nine of us got together on a fine Saturday and headed to Eloy [a little south of Phoenix] and the "world's largest sky-diving resort"....

while Justin [my instructor] was getting me prepped we spoke a bit....

Justin: so what made you come do this?
Me: oh i have wanted to do it for a while and its a gift for yada yada
Bored Justin: ohkay then
Talkative me: by the way, i am scared of heights
Stone-faced Justin: me too
Momentarily dumbfounded me: smile [this guy is in]

he was a no-frills kinda guy....no jumpsuit...no small talk....this is what you do....this is what you don't do....get on the plane....jump...get on the ground...shake hands....

since i was rather tall in comparison to the low exit door, i was told to kneel on one leg at the door [no i had no desire to court death] and that Justin would help me 'tumble' out of the plane....

a desire nurtured for so long....coupled with my fear of heights...it sure was going to be a blood rush like no other...virgin to insane behavior such as this, i had worried i might not take the plunge....the moment came and the moment passed...sewn together seamlessly....no butterflies going crazy while i waited a couple of hours for us to get on the plane...not a bead of sweat as i got on the plane....no pounding heart as we rose to 13,000 feet in a tincup with wings [a beat twin Otter actually]...and all along i was saying to myself "it's going to hit you any moment now"...at the edge of the plane with Justin and still nothing....maybe having friends jump at the same time helped....maybe having to go last and having seen each of my friends being suck-whoooshed out of the plane helped...i am not sure though....we went out the door to a rush of air...a sound i will never forget...

i was looking up at the sky, the plane pulling away and we were beginning to turn towards the ground....that split second of turning was when it hit me....there it was finally - the split-second of "what the fuck have i done"...


....falling at 120 miles an hour [especially the first time round] doesn't give you much time to engage in conversation with yourself....i was looking at the ground and putting to shame any moth-to-flame speeds.....Kris had his keen eyes and lenses on me while clicking away....he made it seem as simple as window-shopping....i must add..since Kris was taking pictures of me, he left the plane just before i did....he slithered out to the edge and held onto the frame of the plane while Justin and i got in position and he let go just before i tumbled out....it seemed like second nature to him...

after close to a minute of free fall, Justin yanked on the cord...we shot up and that was another insane rush....it is probably what you feel when you are yanked back by a bungee cord....i wouldn't know because i haven't bungee jumped...just that this happens at flippin-5000 feet....

the best part though was the sailing back down....Earth is just so darn pretty...don't get me wrong - i ain't necessarily a treehugger....i wasn't missing terrafirma, shitting bricks or waiting to plant my feet and kiss the ground...its a form of drifting i have never experienced....absolute peace for a few seconds....mid-air....no cabin wall in between....we stayed still for a second and then Justin steered us into a spin a few times....a not-so-well orchestrated landing later, i was back on my feet wondering why it had been so quick....

no doubt i will do it again....and i will do it right the next time around...no sticking the tongue out at the camera for example [still slapping myself about that]....with 120 mile winds and flab helping to deform your face, it is not the most appropriate time...plus it leaves you dreadfully thirsty...

i head off to the other side of the globe this weekend and it sure is going to feel so lame this time round in a plane....

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

going to the mattresses

in just over a fortnight i take on a bull thats charging at me....i have done little by way of preparing myself...woke up today and decided that its time to dig those trenches deep...

needless to say, i plan on maintaining silence till i emerge...bruised and wiser....

Friday, December 16, 2005

trip to MA, RI: Dec 10 - Dec 14, 2005

with my mind made up to recharge, i headed to the north-east....travelling in winter to the north-east...yes i should have reconsulted with my marbles...[what marbles?]...the plan was simple - land in Providence, RI, head to Worcester, MA and visit Boston while there...needless to say 4-days of chilling out...

Saturday night - Taps picks me up at the airport and we head back to her place...mutton biryani awaits me and i know she has done some heavy-duty cooking to welcome me...coz the car smells...Indian cuisine definitely knocks the wind out of all those perfumes out there.. i meet her roomie Ty and he is one of the few Americans i know who isn't excited about Indian cuisine...if anyone needs clarifications on blazing, he is the guy methinks..the food was excellent [and yes Taps, i promise to make you cook more the next time we meet]

Sunday - lunch at one of the desi boys' house - snacks, apertif and greasy food...a couple of chilled out dudes exist....and then there were mid-way desi converts*...irrespective of how inconsequential and predictable [repeat telecasts included] a particular game is, they will not yield to changing the channel to watching something as neutral as Tom and Jerry even...bear in mind that most of those in the room don't understand/follow/care about American football and have politely suggested changing the channel....if these guys decide to settle down in the land of opportunities, they sure will bond with their sons over a game of football, some weak American beer and NFL drawings....

i had never really eaten sushi....if you are saying 'OH MY GOD!!' - i am not a big fan of seafood....shoot me...so Taps and Ty decide that its imperative that i eat good sushi and we go to Mikado...an all-you-can-eat sushi buffet dinner....i am not hungry even but i loaded up the plate coz you see they are all such teeny-weeny bites...and then you learn again how looks can be deceptive....even a pea-size pearl-like shiny 'thing' [for i am not an expert on sea-life or dead sea-life must i say?] can potentially 'appease' your appetite quicker than a seven course meal....and i was brave enough to load up a second time...Ty and me were particularly Fear Factor-like about the caviar-sushi....we even said cheers, as though we were proceeding with a shot...shmucks that we are, shock came knocking....quickly followed by taste-bud holocaust....caviar is a delicacy just like sucking rotten eggs is your favorite pastime...what do i try next...hmm....how about fried shrimps on sticks - yummie right?
breaded shrimp toasted to golden brown....yes yes it was tasty....only problem was that the shrimp was whole....imagine a shrimp head with black eyes on either side sitting on top of the stick....i had to but pause before i could eat it....now honestly i am not refined enough to know how it is to be eaten...hem and haw...then i notice over Ty's shoulder there is a Japanese [?] guy about to attack his shrimp-on-stick...i follow his cue and eat it the way it is supposed to be eaten...bite the darn head off and chew....rather tasty like the rest of the body...Ty went back for seconds and had to yank a solitary eye off the shrimp to see what the eye tasted like...he didn't say anything flattering...so i think i did alright....i left rather full, with the insides of my tummy resembling that of a whale which doesn't discriminate against sea weed, caviar, shrimp, salmon, tuna, blah blah blah....

Monday - Taps goes to school at Worcester Polytechnical Institute [WPI]...so one more school i get to visit....this is undoubtedly the geek school i have been to so far [even beats Harvard which i visited the next day]...no people standing around chatting...everyone focussed on academic shizit....a school newspaper thats called Tech News....even a snail isn't that lame...oh but the following picture will set to rest any doubts you might have about me awarding the geek-school crown to WPI....


[Dont dawdle dumbfounded
in a room full of elephants]



[Confront the
spectacle with
its own
irrelevance]


[Spectacle the
irrelevant confrontation
with or without its own]






that my friends is the ONLY scribbling on a restroom wall at WPI....the only one i saw...when i walk into the mens restroom and see clean walls i take an extra quick breath to check if they have been given a new coat of paint....no such luck....i have seen many doodles and enjoyed a few so far...but this solitary one at WPI just left me wondering how tempered my steel balls really were....no use of 'bitches', 'fuck', 'call me at 123456' variants....no diagrams of engineers trying to be fantasy conjuring, body redefining juveniles....i have seen and read a fair bit of abstract stuff but to this day i have no clue how to receive such unique bathroom 'literature'....

Thai for dinner at Worcester? WARNING: Worcester has only one Thai food place....if you are not looking for authentic Thai, then give it a shot...its good food but it just aint Thai enough..the nice thing though was that they had this sit-down place with one of those fancy cushions to sit on and a table at about the right height [full points for getting the height just right]...Taps wondered why they had a pit under the table and I thought it was for people who weren't comfortable sitting with their legs crossed [what with the strong affair Americans have with obesity..] and Ty thought it was an oil-changing pit for cars...which quickly drew my thoughts to Bangalore's Little Chef [a car garage turned into a Chinese "restaurant" - i could probably question the Chinese bit of it even]....and my litmus test of a Thai restaurant failed miserably...they had Sweet Sticky Rice with Mango on the menu but they were out of mangoes..."those bastards" [in true South Park style]...

what better way to chase Thai food down than a few hurricane-senoritas....Taps and me were first-timers and weren't digging the scene that much irrespective of all the trash Bettys' served up....truly many are the ways of picking up dollar bills...

Tuesday - on possibly the coldest day of my stay we venture out to Boston...Taps suggests i take fleece instead of a windcheater...biatch should have said "get both and more"....so i wont bother sprinkling this section anymore with how cold my frigid ass and blue balls were...Harvard University we quickly trot to...me more to get away from the blowing wind and Taps to dazzle me with her knowledge of the place...seems like a standard place...just another university...except for ol' John Harvard's statue with its shiny left shoe....supposedly if you wish to go to school at Harvard, you spit and polish the shoe....there sure are a lot of people who want to go to school there...as soon as i get my brain-freeze to go away, we step out and run into a nice little bar called the John Harvard Pub [no points on genuity]...nice place and its definitely worth a visit....[Bangaloreans might be reminded of Geoffreys]...soon we are joined by Ren and the three of us head to an Ethiopian food place a short train ride away...and i might as well add now that Boston's Park Street is proud to be the first subway in America...




the injeras were heavenly and the meal was a good fix after the sipping....Mike's Place, this supposed aum-nice dessert place, closed just as we got there....going by what i have heard, a trip to Boston in the future is imminent to check this place out and a few others....

Wednesday morning - a quick trip to Christmas Tree Shops...impossible low prices on decorations, food and just about anything you need for the house...couple of gift purchases later, we are enroute to the airport....minor alarm when Taps' car battery dies...another minor alarm when flight out of Providence gets cancelled...i am re-routed and still reach Albuquerque at the same time, with an extra stopover...no apologies, no upgrades - customer service is dead at Delta....guess they can afford that now that they are protected by all the benefits of declaring bankruptcy...

and no i still haven't been seated next to a nice woman who caught my interest while flying...the wait continues...

* desis who love American football, know the teams, know the players on the teams, know their darn game statistics and vital stats even, and are even into betting on some of the games....

Friday, December 09, 2005

maybe somewhat done

i am done with my coursework...well sort of...all that stands between the graduation walk in May 2006 and me is a dark monster called the comprehensive exam....shit-loads-of-studying stands in the red corner...baying for blood maybe?...the bell will have to wait till i return from a quick trip to the north-east..

time is most subtle at picking up and dropping its pace...the clock in my head says its a lot longer than two months since i travelled out of new mexico..the calendar on the wall says otherwise...in black and white...irrefutable...stoic...no other course of action but to lay down the sword....

off to work to fight a new battle now...