Technology

So, I have been bad at everything. Updating my blog, losing weight, crochetting, learning hindi. I start something and I fall off. I have had this blog (or its predecessor Wanderlust) since 2004, and I was pretty regular with updating. That was until I got a job and began to live in the real world. I feel like I no longer have an audience to write to, and my life is so ordinary, that I have nothing to share. Oooooh, I went to see a movie, I went out to eat, I went to a bar. How boring, yaar.

I need to inject a little adventure into my life, but before I can do that I have to organize my life. 24/25 is going to be the age range when I need to be fixing somethings.

Here are habits I have kicked to date:

1. Biting my fingernails

2. Eating meat

Here is what I need to work towards:

1. Lose weight and cut fish, and a lot of cheese out of my diet.

2. Never drink diet coke ( or any carbinated beverage again)

3. Really work on my Hindi and my French

4. Crochet more and learn to knit

5. Balance my budget and save money.

Who is taking bets?

Happy Birthday, America

What a gloomy birthday for the US.  Rainy and dark, and such a low pressure system over the whole city, that when the fireworks went off they just hung in the air like a beaten pinata.  We went to watch from my friend S’s house, and she had arguebly one of the best views in the city.  She lives on the Cambridge side of the Charles, and we were only a quarter of a mile down from where they were setting them off.  She had a gorgous rooftop view of the whole city, with the Hancock building and the Pru perfectly outlined. 

The only downside to our view, was that the air was so heavy, that soon enough, we were unable to view the fireworks.  The smoke from the fireworks would not disapate and would obscure the light show.  Very unfortunate.

 

It was still a beautiful show, and not too bad for my first 4th of July, back home.  Happy Birthday, baby!

Deep philosophical questions! Yippee!

I have been thinking about identity a lot lately.  If you had asked me a year ago if I knew who I was, the answer would have been a resounding yes.  I was confident and sure of myself and my motives.  For a brief period, I even felt popular.  I had friends and aquaintances, and everyone seemed to like me and my personality.  At times, in certain circles, it felt like I would walk into a room and everyone knew me and would come to talk to me.  I had found my kingdom to rule, it was like being prom queen or head cheerleader.  I felt fun, and funny, and beautiful.

Now, I am back in my own world, my own social circle and I am no longer a star.  I am no longer a novelty.  I seek out social situations were I am special,  My confidence has taken a hit and I constantly find myself wondering if I have said the right thing, or if I have gone too far.  I am awkward.

I used to have this incredible knack for reading people, know exactly what they were thinking and feeling.  I could predict their moves, and tell them what they were about to think.  It was very helpful and I was a lot more observant than I am now.  Now, my mind is filled with my problems: work, bills, my never ending to-do list, and I find myself unable to relate to those around me.  I am unable to observe their particularities, and say or do the right thing to make them comfortable with me.  I am no longer approachable, I guess.

Previous Week

So, I haven’t written much about it here, but the previous week has been a nightmare.  Everything that could go wrong has.  Trouble with money, trouble with landlords, trouble at work, trouble with friends, everything and anything you can imagine.  The number one problem that I was presented was that one of my co-workers died unexpectly.  He had only been working there for a short time, and he was only 29 years old.  It was a heartbreaking tragety, but I think the worse part was that no one ever told us how he died.  I got a call from my manager on Monday, my day off, telling me about what had happened, and I was dumbfounded.  It actually took me until a few minutes into the conversation to figure out what and who had happened.  We went in mass to the funeral, which I haven’t been to many, and my first for someone my age.  So, his death kind of set the tone for the rest of the week to go horriblely wrong.

By this weekend, I had been in arguements with both my friends, and even my sister.  I can’t take this stress right now.

Chintzy..

I do not know how I feel about this movie, yet.  I am still digesting what the hell happened.  Indian Jones is a story that is very important to me and close to my heart, and somehow I feel like this movie was not true to the spirit of the tale.  The lines were predictable and cheesy, andthe action was unbelievable.  Indy survives a nuclear blast in a refridgerator?  At 60?  The whole point of Indiana Jones was that he wasn’t a superhero, he got hurt.  But in this movie, he performs feats of super human abililty, and never gets a scratch on him. 

 

The Spielberg/Lucus mega duo used to be a powerful combination that would ensure an amazing cinamatic journey.  I say USED TO.  I really feel like they both have reached their creative ends, and for this movie, it has very evident.  This movie should have been made 15 years ago, if made at all.  OR, it should have been a remake with a different actor, like they are doing with all the biggest 70s and 80s movies, like Star Wars, Superman, and Batman.  Hell, let my baby Shia be Indy.   The S/L team really just took every idea from every movie they ever had, and combined them into one Indiana Jones movie.  Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, etc.  Such big named and talent actors, and I feel like this movie degrades their credibility as actors.  Sorry, guys.

Isn’t anybody going to listen to my story?

I wrote this a week ago, but I never got around to posting it.

http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/05/13/china.quake/index.html

Disasters always happen clustered together.  The world goes a few years without any major mishaps in a region, and all of a sudden a region or a continant is dealt a death blow.  Back in 2006, there was the tsumani in southern asian, then the earth quakes in Iran and India/Pakistan.  Those three disasters killed close to a million people.  This year, there has been Burma and now this earthquake in China.

Redline vs. Greenline

So I always post on Mondays, around 12ish, from my fave coffee shop.  So what?

It is time for more of Lys’s insightful observations.  Yesterday, even though it was a good day, I was terribly down.  There are many reasons, some which I won’t even admit to myself.  Anyways, I was coming back from Central, on the Redline,  and I noticed how many people riding back looked as miserable as I did.  I saw two different women crying, and everyone just seemed to be lost in their own tired and negative thoughts.  Maybe the stress of Cambridge, with Harvard and MIT right there, is too much for the fragile human psyche to handle.  As I looked around the train, no one was making eye contact, and shoes, fingernails, and blank space were very popular.

I get off at Park Street and switch to the Greenline, and the tone is much more peppy.  The train fills up with tired but happy students for BU and BC, and people are actually laughing!  I am trying to maintain a level of melancholy, but it is difficult with all these wise-ass students around.  What is the difference in mood between Harvard/MIT students and BU/BC students?  Less pressure?  More reserved?  I don’t know, but I seem to transverse between the two.

Playing catch-up!

So, my online existence has not really been very visable, has it?  Well, lets see… What has been happening?

–I quit my job.

–I got a new job, Yay!

–My ipod died.

–Mai parhnaa Hindi hoon.  (I am studying Hindi)

–I have been attending a wealth of Yelp events.

– Had 3 celebrity sightings (Ghostface Killah from Wu-tang, A member of Cornershop, and CRAIG T.NELSON)

–I am seeing Eddie Izzard on Wednesday!!

–I am seeing Amanda and Nanny and Granddad in May.

Yeah, that is about everything.  I see and think things everyday that I want to blog about, but time doesn’t really allow for it.  I have moved my computer out of my bedroom, in an effort to get more work done, but so far it really doesn’t help.  I am also really far behind on my reviews for Yelp.

I am alive, though!  My new job is 1000 times better than my old one, and actually interesting

This picture should keep you tided over until my next blog revelation.  It is my husband (Hrithik Roshan) on the cover of India Vogue:

When the Weeping Comes

When the Weeping Comes

I want to weep/ weep long, hard sobs/ that rack my body and fog my brain.

Weep for the loneliness of us/ the loss of supreme love/ weep for the seven years of misfortune which is foretold.

Weep at the passage of time/ at my fear and terror of it/ of its increasing speed.

I want to weep for my lost spiritualism/ of the faith that I was denied/ weep for the God I pray to/ who I fear shuns me.

When that weeping comes/I hope it comes in a big, heavy tears/ thick down my face/ so that you can’t distinguish individuals.

Tears that wash the guilt/the regret/the loss from my tired body/ and empty me of this pain.

I want to weep/ weep the pain away/ if I could only remember how.

On my doorstep

http://blogs.townonline.com/ABTAB/2008/04/11/public-safety-alert/

Scary!!