Back to school

Technically the day before yesterday was the first day of the fall semester and we're back at school. After a summer(??) of 40 hours of work a week on campus, I was looking forward to half the work and classes. The fact that I dint have to take the 7 15 bus in the morning itself was enough to make me smile. So I woke up this morning late and happy, but then I dint have to go to school till the afternoon. I was actually bored. I dint like the nothingness of the morning and was feeling so bleurgh. Why? Why did I miss going to school in the morning when every morning was spent complaining, cursing and whining? Not just me, but by my room mates as well. It was something like how I used to wait and wait for the summer holidays and then get bored after a few days. There is something about work that makes you miss it when you have none!

Now its back to the grind of assignments,reading and writing. I have all these strategic management type courses this time and it looks like I have a lot of work cut out for me. Reading all these cases and stuff. Exciting yes, tough yes. My mind hasn't yet started adapting to the management way of thinking.. but I'm getting there.. I know I am! (yes, positive thinking works).

The parental unit seems to be missing their darling daughter a lot these days. Calls everyday and stuff. Wonder why! :-) Yes parents.. me is missing you too. And the brother as well. Much loouve and big kissies from me! <3

Of summer love and the sea

I wish I was free to go back to the era of summer love and daisies in the field. To run with the wind in my hair, our hair, and feel effortless light but liquid like the air around us. Smell the sea breeze from far. If I thought about it, I would like to travel more, see the gondolas in Venice and the pyramids of Egypt, privy to more secrets than you or I could ever imagine. Open my eyes to the love of life, to the unconditional love dripping from the eyes of my golden Labrador. Look into the mirror, have the freedom to move to different places,different times. I wish I was elegant like the tango and the ballet and be invisible because the possibilities are beyond imagination. I'd like to paint, bold colors of red,green,peacock blue and gold.But also mix in the subtle mauve and white, a dot of black for that is life.Brilliant vibrant strokes across the wall, across time itself. Bring an angel along, a blessing for everyone, but remember the red at the center of your eyes like a camera flash. Block prints, dyes,flaming orange skirts with bells at the fringe, streak of blue through midnight black hair. Walk along the sea shore, wonder about the other side of the ocean, at the exact same spot, is someone standing there too? Wishing upon a star? With pristine white gloves and shoes to match. Someone who looks through her veil and has to return..Or is it someone who stands there with a grimy shirt but free as the wind and the sea in front of her. Is it you? Looking at yourself from afar wondering if this is what it means to be alive.

HB

Happy Birthday Anu Atha. Wish you were here with us. But now, I'm sure you must be happier with Aaji and Thatha with you. Love you and missing you lots.

aaji

its funny how little things everyday remind u of people u love the most. today, my mom n i were out shopping and she bought some kala jamuns from a vendor on the street.it reminded me of my grandmother,who we all used to call aaji.She used to love them. looking at the colour reminded me of how she used to carefully wash the fruit in dilute potassium permanganate solution to kill the germs.helping her wash jamuns or grapes or whatever was the high point of my day in my 5 year old life. looking at the swirling purple colour of the water and watchng it stain my hand was fun.

its going to be two years since she's gone, but not one day goes by without me thinking about her.


i miss waking up in the morning and u asking me to get ready soon if not i'll miss the bus.

i miss arguing over who should read which book first.

i miss reading 'fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe' together.

i miss watching "ithi katha kathu' on Etv just for fun.

i miss watching mindless hindi movies and eating dinner together.

i miss making tea for you in the evenings.

i miss playing solitaire with real cards.

i miss showing my new clothes to you.

i miss trying out bizzare hairstyles and u laughing at them.

i miss u asking me if i am wearing my 'uniform' again when i am in blue jeans and black t-shirt... again!

i miss u asking me to wear a 'bottu'(bindi).

i miss looking at old photographs and laughing at my and R's antics.

i miss listening to stories about nana and everyone when they were small.

i miss talking before going to sleep.

i miss talking about thatha.

i miss u,amma and me eating noodles and soup when nana's away on a trip.

i miss u asking V to eat more vegetables.

i miss u asking me to tie up my hair 'neatly'.

i miss enjoying chocolate with u(even though u could have only a bite).

i miss sitting in your big comfortable chair.

i miss coming back home and finding you there reading your book.

i miss you saying that my short hair looks nice when u actually want me to grow it long.

i miss you telling me to stop streaking my hair or it will become white by the time im thirty.

i miss u teasing me to colour my hair pink and green instead of boring burgundy.

i miss us talking about 'gone with the wind'.

i miss ur smile.

aaji, i hope ur reading my blog right now, and i miss you more than anything.

all of us hope that you and Atha are together and at peace, and give us happiness and strength.for ever and ever.