Homecoming Month - Long Live Saggis!

My friend says she usually knows the sun is in Sagittarius when the rate of my clumsyness picks up. You know, the usual - extra step showing up out of nowhere to break my stride. Mobile phones and keys going potty and refusing to remain visible. Fingers slipping on keyboards resulting in gorgeous typos. Oh you know, the works.

But then 'tis also the time when I am at my optimisitic best. Rose-tinted glasses and all! No wonder my current state of abject poverty doesn't hurt so much right now. Good too that I have my enhanced optimism to see me through the 'weddings, babies and growing older' rigmarole that seems to thrust itself in my face with renewed vigour.

I just attended a gorgeous, simple Maharashtrian wedding of two close friends. To those who haven't attended a Maharashtrian wedding yet, I think you should. It's a simple affair, not at all like lavish North Indian do's. The priests conducting weddings now-a-days explain each step to those involved, making it more than just a string of orthodox rituals. (I admit that there are some rites that rankle modern nerves - the bride's parents washing the groom's feet, for e.g., but I've seen that change too) I must say what I love about being the typical middle-class Maharashtrian brahmin is the flexibility and openness to updating tradition - perhaps I am being narrow-minded in my view of other communities. Ok, so we're veering way off any semblance of a topic here.

The point being, the poignancy of those moments during the wedding just drove home that urge to experience something like that for myself now. A girlfriend and I shared that look of understanding while sitting through the ceremony - one that said , 'I want to be there too, soon'. Add to that the fact that another birthday is right around the corner, and so are another handful of weddings, and you know what I'm talking about. And even as I grapple with that and say to myself 'it's natural, you're doing great for yourself', I get a call from another friend to come visit her and her adorable baby boy. The woman is a couple of months younger, for whoever's sake!! Right then, time to cool off........... I love all of you married (and about to be hitched) darling friends of mine!

Getting back to that beloved topic of mine (one that frustrates a certain someone) - sun signs. I am on full throttle as a Saggi right now - no stopping me! I have finished my daily quota of typos, stumblings, misplacements, mad jokes, temper tantrums (ok, i confess, you goon) and embarassing foot-in-mouth moments. By Jove, have some mercy! And I have come to terms with the fact that I might just wizen into an old maid - but you can bet your sweet *** I will be one heck of a maid! Gangway! (and cheers to another year on Earth!)

And since I'm at it...Long Live the Centaur!

Yearning

My frequent absences from blogworld have been noticed by none it seems. Ah well. you should come to expect that when your posts start getting irrelevant comments from friends. Or worse, when friends use the comments section as a forum for personal discussion!! Ah the agony!

I have been upto a lot, though, in my defense of the un-updated blog. Made one of the most difficult moves in life. The 'About Me' section on this page should now read 'Pune, India', instead of Bournemouth. But I can't get myself out of the Bournemouth mode yet. Fourteen of the best months of my life yet are stored in that beach town whose name even, I could not pronounce right when I left (Bourne -MOUTH is wrong, dah-lings, repeat after me Bourne -muth, with the 'u' as in 'mud').

I crave that sense of freedom mixed with the burden of increased responsibility, I miss the weight of assignment deadlines, I long for the house moves and the ASDA shopping, I pine for the people who are now a part of my life forever.

I miss my cycle too..... and I miss listening to my Emmie while riding. I am getting nostalgic about the winter, and the short days and the Christmas decorations in house 30. I wonder how 403 is doing, and miss the quiet hum of the library. Heck, I even miss the annoying rain!

But most of all, I miss................ Onken's Rhubarb and Vanilla yogurt. Oh the sweet, creamy taste with rhubarb pieces, ah! the rich after-taste and my! the joy of knowing more was only an ASDA or Waitrose away. I guess you could add my craving for custard doughnuts and french butter brioche to this category. Not really the same though.

As you have already figured by now, there's so much more to that year, and I have hardly begun. I know life here moves on, and people there will move on too. But the joy of needling Sunshine, quibbling with Arun, taunting Vaibhav or challenging Albert is not part of the move. It's a treasure of a lifetime, but its also something you wish was an everyday reality rather than a past memory.

Of rain and electronics

What is wrong with the world? First it rains buckets in Maharashtra, late into the year, making Puneites ( and other Maharashtrians) wonder if the month of Shravan was 365 days long. Then there's Katrina in the US, and now, it's endless rain in Bournemouth. I can see some of you shake your heads, thinking the latter is not comparable to the first two, but to those who have seen a sunny day only once in the past 20 days, I think it would be of great consequence. Like yours truly.
A native (British citizen, if you prefer) commented to me that the mugginess in Bournemouth must remind me of Delhi. Now, two things - One, although largely patriotic, I do not quite jump for joy when people think all Indians must belong to either Delhi, Mumbai or Bangalore. Oh come on! Update your geography a little.... I mean, I knew of Luton, Bristol, Cornwall, Portsmouth, Stirling, etc. etc. apart from the glaring London, Glasgow, Edinburgh and Dublin! Secondly, I want to say a big sarcastic HA! to that.... Delhi mugginess, or worse, Mumbai mugginess, is unimaginable to the Western layman, with due respect. It's like trying to explain snowfall to a Mumbaite, who has only ever experienced it inside an air-conditioned theatre when a scantily-clad woman prances about in the Swiss Alps. But we shall put my indignation on hold for a while to address other pressing matters.
I do some part-time work with the Additional Learning Needs department at the uni as a note-taker. I've had a great time doing it last year. I even sat through some lectures on Archaeology (and produced some good notes, mind you!). But those who have known me for the past half-decade or so will probably roll on the floor with laughter when I tell them about the subject I am taking notes for this year..... Electronics! Yes, you're allowed to laugh. It's the Revenge of the Sciences. I, who sprinted as far as possible from frequency, amplitude, analogue, digital, C++, etc. have to take notes for all these units. Poetic justice? You might be right. Don't get me wrong, these are all highly interesting subjects that I was good at (well, at least sometime!).
But jokes apart, it is very interesting going through all those concepts that I learnt ages ago, taught this time round by teachers who invest in making learning interesting (though I suspect I am in the only person in class who actually pays attention to all that is being said). What's even better is that since I am the only female presence in a congregation of just-about-voting-age boys, I get special consideration from the lecturers ('Good Morning, gentlemen... and lady'), which I don't hear myself complaining about ;). Go Electronics!!!

Emmie

So I have a new gadget to play with. One that took a long-ish time in coming and has travelled some distance and nationalities to reach me. Super tech nation Japan sends me a Creative MuVo2 FM with citizen Hosomi (Sunshine). All those adjectives, as you might already have guessed are more for convincing myself that Creative is better than i-pod than a real belief.
I have christened the tiny sexy black-with-white-borders player 'Emmie', after its family name - MP3. (Also in honour of its atya - aunt - Urja).
Of course, it took me some time to figure out how to upload songs on it using the organiser provided by Creative - even after the struggle I ended up uploading them the traditional, time-tested way- "Cut-Copy-Paste". I am not THAT much of a techie yet, I guess. But who cares, the songs are there, the player is there and I can listen to digital music on the move! I can also pretend to be this cool, hip Asian chic (yes, i can hear the derisive laughter through my new Creative earphones) who is swaying to the latest jhankaar beats.
Any suggestions for good songs to upload are more than welcome and shall be carefully filtered...so what if I have 5 gb worth of space, I don't want crowding around.
Ok, gotta go. Looking forward to the ride back home in Emmie's company!
p.s.: I would like to thank Rui, who has been the most amazing courier ever, my parents, friends, dog, cat, potted plant, cracked tile and Creative for believing me to be worthy of this Emmie. Love you guys (joyful sob escapes).

Flickr

Click on any of the photos below to go to my Flickr photostream.... unbelievable conceited, I know, but there are some good photos there. take a dekko, if you please!

Over the moon!

Over the moon!
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

Man, moon and machine in gorgeous harmony

Three Stooges

Three Stooges
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. .... wish the others were here as well! Miss you, guys!

Boscombe Pier

Boscombe Pier
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

Irresistable. Sparkling blue waters and a spotless sky to match.

Babies' Day Out

Babies' Day Out
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

Reviving the child within, Vaibhav and I race against time.... and dripping ice cream. Vaibhav, if you observe, lost the battle.

The (Hindu) Trinity

The (Hindu) Trinity
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

When your powers combine, I am Captain Planet!

Foam Bath

Foam Bath
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

Hmmmm... the new Liril girl. New foam bath with (Dead) Sea minerals.

Gulliver

Gulliver
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

Lilliputian me - Gulliver Vaibhav in Arun's 'ingenious' creativity. Arun decided to be creative with the 'appareil photo' and came up with this. And almost right afterwards, almost soaked the appareil, Vaibhav's camera. Ah, the absent mindedness of artists!

Post Dissertation Activity

So what am I upto now-a-days? As a friend's MSN status aptly describes..... 'Serious Vegetation'. But that won't be the entire truth. In fact, there has been some hectic activity. And if you bother to look at past posts, you'll come to the conclusion that I should go from amateur to pro status in moving house. I moved last Saturday. Into what now strikes me as, well, a smallish place (arun and vaibhav take note). It looked quite decent in size to me......until my worldy belongings dwarfed it. I now feel like an employee of the luggage store section at Victoria station. Of course, things are a wee bit (Arun note the use of the word 'wee') better now that we've moved 45239870 packets and 34592383 cartons around, a bit like a Sudoku puzzle trying to get the right combination. Oh whatever, am kinda getting used to it, even liking it now.

This move saw a couple of members from the old accomodation arrangement slip off. Sunshine (oh the times we had!) is back in the Land of the Rising Sun (where is the sunshine in her life, she moans). Vaibhav decided he had had enough of us, and got another house. Can't blame him, though. Am sure he stepped into his new place, took a deep breath and said, 'Freedom, to be... azaadi, dil ki!' But he's not as lucky as he would imagine. Our house is just a hop, skip and jump away. That jump part is probably more for a kangaroo, but whatever.

Diary of Aarti, frank - I

Aug 26: Last post on blog, eternity till D-day.
Aug 26- Sept 2: Garbled rushed days of activity, pot noodles, machine tea and fortifying Lucozade.
Sept 2: Green Day. No, not St.Patrick's -II. More like St.Envious. 3 friends from other courses are done with their projects. B$£%% B(£$*£@
Sept 3 - 5: Frantic writing, morale boosting of self, day dreaming in slow motion with fuzzy pictures and dreamy music ...... I walk into the administrator's office with two gleaming copies of perfectly typed and bound research. And yet, ye Gods of yore are smiling down upon me.....I am on schedule!! Did you know that 18000 words can at the same time be too much and too little?
Sept 6: Formatting takes the life out of me......or at least about 16 hours of it!
Sept 7: B(l)inding rush.... shell out money for two shiny black copies with gold lettering to prove that I am indeed worthy post-graduate material. Almost there, can smell freedom and yet, taste fear...it's out of my hands now!
Sept 8: Restful bliss. Chat. Books and coffee at Borders and Starbucks. Pamper obsession for stationery.
Sept 9.....D Day: It's that fuzzy dream again.. only it's not a dream anymore. I am really walking into the administrator's office. I am really handing in two copies of three months' worth hard work, sweat (uhhhh, not really, in cool Bournemouth), dark-circled eyes, pasty skin, patchy sleep and a constantly uptight state of mind. And she really does give me a receipt that says ' Received on 9th Sept 2005, Masters Dissertation from Aarti Pande'.

Is it over, is it really over? Has one year really gone by, whizzed past, melted away? Why don't I feel like celebrating yet?

Sounds of the night

Now before you start thinking this is a reflective piece about how in the dead silence of the night, only the rustling of leaves, the buzz of the crickets, the faint bark of a distant dog, the whirring of your brain and the beating of your own heart can be heard.....you're just a little far from the truth. I would love to write about all those things, but there is this one sound that is currently dominating my senses. It's been suggested that I call it 'Snore Rock'.

It's really wondrous, this whole phenomenon of snoring. It's probably the only generous thing humans do--they don't want any bit of the mayhem their rhythmic snoring causes, no siree! It's all for the snoree to partake. And woe is you if you are a light sleeper!

Now what is really amazing about all snorers that I have known, is that at they sleep through the thundrous noises that they themselves make, but are likely to wake up instantly at the slightest creak a floorboard might make. And they are all incredibly self-aware - when you toss and turn trying to block out the rumbling noises, they will wake up with a start and say, 'What's the matter? Can't you sleep? Oh.. Was I snoring again?' No, sweetheart, that was just me practising some of the latest Shaimak Davar dance sequence -Aao Twist Karen (The Twist). Some have the decency of sounding sheepish when they ask that last question - small mercies!

I had a friend who is an advanced, experienced snorer, in that before he goes to sleep he instructs those around him for their well-being. He has a list of remedies that you can resort to if he snores (Ha! IF !!!). 'Call out my name, I am sure to stop', 'Just tap me on my shoulder once', 'Call my name and shake me a bit', 'Roll me over on my side' (now that is truly considerate of him). We added one more by experience - FLEE !

What is making me write this, in the wee hours of the morn? I am doing some brain work - D, and serving as a background for the tapping of keys and the hum of computers is.... not hard to guess... deep snoring! My friend (identity kept secret for obvious reasons) is in the land of dreams, in technicolor...with accompanying music. While I have been driven to my blog for recourse. (Actually, I have to thank him for keeping me awake so I can do my work!) Sshhhhh, I can hear him stir.... I can almost hear him ask me as soon his eyes fly open 'Oh, was I snoring?'

Identity and Brilliance

Brilliant flashes of inspiration at 22.55 ten days away from D submission. Some things that I realised about me, myself and Aarti (List 1):
1) I can hear better with my left ear.
2) I can hear better than I can see (and that doesn't bode well for my sight).
3) All my fingernails have perfect half-moons.
4) I wore boys' vests till I was 14.... no, I wasn't a late bloomer, some weird school rules.
5) I never had a girl by the same name as me in my class till post-grad.
6) I have no favourite colour.
7) My science teacher of 3 years was called Arti (It must have been funny for her saying ' Aarti, are you paying attention', or 'Aarti, leave the class' - which she never had to, btw).
8) I have never officially studied my mother tongue Marathi.
9) I can't say 64 and 67 in Marathi without causing the listener to break into giggles- some weird tongue twister for me ('chau-sastha' and 'sadu-sashtha' ?)
10) I have never used mascara or worn a short skirt (and there goes my dream of finding a hunk)
11) I am in danger of being overshot by a couple of inches by my 11 year old cousin (come on, who knew she would shoot up like Jack's beanstalk?)
12) My vocabulary is in danger. I think in academic verbs 'Kaumudi opines that my dress sense should be more modern, whereas Urja posits a change in hairstyle would be preferable'. Maybe I should even start using the Harvard referencing system - Pande, A., 2005. Identity[online] In: Trivial Pursuits. Blogger. Available at http://sharelifenow.blogspot.com.
13) Reem and Vaibhav haven't yet given me the photographs of fireworks that I was waiting to post here. Of course that has nothing to do with this list.
14) I didn't want to stop at an unlucky number. 14 is also my birthdate, is also Valentine's day date, is also Children's Day date,.........

Woozy Musings

Today is supposed to be the hottest day in Bournemouth. It isn't. The sun is just right - warms you to the bone. Invites you to come laze. I think this might be the result of its dalliances with Pasithea (oh come on, surely you didnt forget her already! - The Goddess of Rest!). My brain got invigorated with all that Vitamin D, and I would have continued sunning hadn't it been for that tiny voice inside of me (I am learning the hex for laryngitis, will let you know soon), reminding me of all D duties. But hey, come to think of it, if I worked in the sun, I could be a genuis... 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration (the inspiration is that of working in the sun, but let's put that aside for a bit).
Sunshine (talking about the girl now) just returned from a whirlwind Europe trip (nah.... I don't hate her for it. Well, maybe a little bit of disgust at the fun she had while I rot here, but nothing more). She started fretting about the work she had to catch up on even before she left - prompting the apple of her eye to complain that she had gone into power-saver mode for part of the holiday. She is going to be free a good 15 days before me..... that makes my list of 'Why I hate Sunshine' that much longer.
There was a piece about languages that I wanted to add to this post, but the brain got an Easyjet ticket to Hawaii (£0.99 exclusive of airport taxes), so will add that later. It's that tiny voice again........gotta go! (Is it 'bamboozlus totalus', the hex?)

Sans dessus dessous

J'ai envie d'ecrire en francais, moi, aujourd'hui. J'ai oublie la plupart de ce que j'ai appris il y a 2 ans, mais j'adore la langue, et meme s'il n'y a personne qui liras ce 'post' (sauf Urja), j'ecris!
Je veux vous presenter un ecrivain (humoriste, plutot) belge qui j'adore - Raymond Devos. Pour Raymond Devos "les mots servent à la confusion, à égarer l'esprit".
Ci-dessous est un de ses sketches, lissez et dites-moi si vous l'appreciez autant que moi! (Urja, I need my Petit Robert!!!)

Translated: I feel like writing in French today. I've forgotten most of what I learnt about 2 years ago, and even if no one reads this post (except Urja, bless her soul!), I shall write! I present to you (good Lord, the arrogance in those words, unintended of course) a Belgian humouriste I absolutely adore - Raymond Devos. Now this is a really neat guy (this is not what I wrote above, my skills are limited). He makes a play on words, spellbinding (and that's bizzarely appropriate here). Please please learn French to appreciate his work, which I've given below. Please please do not use the 'Translate this page' tool, you will slaughter the writing.
I'd love to read something like this in English!
(Urja, I need my French-French dictionary!!! - that of course didnt really need translation, but I'm thorough with my job, you see)

Ouï-dire
Il y a des verbes qui se conjuguent très irrégulièrement.Par exemple, le verbe ouïr.Le verbe ouïr, au présent, ça fait:J'ois... j'ois...Si au lieu de dire "j'entends", je dis "j'ois",les gens vont penser que ce que j'entends est joyeux alors que ce que j'entends peut être particulièrement triste.Il faudrait préciser:"Dieu, que ce que j'ois est triste!
"J'ois...Tu ois...Tu ois mon chien qui aboie le soir au fonds des bois?Il oit...Oyons-nous?Vous oyez...Ils oient.C'est bête! L'oie oit. Elle oit, l'oie!Ce que nous oyons, l'oie l'oit-elle?
Si au lieu de dire "l'oreille",on dit "l'ouïe", alors:Pour peut que l'oie apartienne à Louis:- L'ouïe de l'oie de Louis a ouï.- Ah oui? Et qu'a ouï l'ouïe de l'oie de Louis?- Elle a ouï ce que toute oie oit...- Et qu'oit toute oie?- Toute oie oit, quand mon chien aboie le soir au fond des bois,toute oie oit:ouah! ouah!Qu'elle oit, l'oie!...Au passé, ça fait:J'ouïs...J'ouïs!Il n'y a vraiment pas de quoi!

Vous pouvez lire quelques autres sketches ici : http://www.chez.com/ruivaz/devos.html

What's in a name?

I am on my way to eternal virtual fame. In a very confidential deal, I negotiated the treble mention of my name in exchange for, well, the same. (no, I can't mention the name of the other party due to privacy laws in Jhumri Talayya. No, you can't get the name out of me even by force. No, seriously, don't do this. Ok, I can't take it anymore, it's Arun - see now, did that make a difference to your life?)
What will I achieve out of this, you might ask? Nothing really. It's a deal born in the most uninspiring and random circumstance. Scene - late evening, windy outside. Tons of D work at the uni. Looking for escape. Cycle home as fast as you can, gulp tea with a friend, sort out differences and as a parting shot, say, 'You must mention my name on your blog, if I agree to do the same'. The number 3 got caught in the mess, unfortunate prime number.

Most roads in India are made of tAR, UNlike the roads in the US, I hear. Such roads are not suitable for jogging, or even A RUN.
Je fais cette betisse cAR UN gars a lance un defi. (Excusez des fautes, s'il y'en a! Je les corrigerais aussitot que possible.)

This post thus owes its existence to Arun. Oh, a beside - you know Arun means 'the sun' don't you?
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my freedom from a smothering deal! HAHAHAHA (demonic laughter).

Gorgeous cold beachy stress-buster

So there is indeed a Goddess of Rest, praise ye lord! Urja wasted no time in elightening me about PASITHEA , aptly the wife of Greek God(ah, the images those words bring to mind...) Hypnos. So that's my deity from this moment on. And there is some company that even sells its own version of the Goddess of Rest, complete with flowing grape vines, a radio and - hold your breath - soda and a bag of chips! Is that a goddess or what! I have to tell my parents they conveniently didn't introduce me to the right mythology. I mean surely we could find place for one more goddess in the pantheon of Indian gods, infinite as they seem. Anyways, Relaxa shows us how to relax and chill out. I knew my faith lay somewhere else all those times I visited Indian temples!
I am currently trying to appease the Goddess (whichever version you choose) by cutting down on my workload. In the meanwhile, I cycled with friends to the beach at 10.30 p.m. to escape the claustrophobia dissertation work has been causing. A great decision! The cycling made my muscles groan and creak, but a whiff of fresh, salty air set that all right. Listening to waves (and I know I'm not the first one to say this) is supremely relaxing (ah, relaxa again). It can be such a cleansing experience. The moon was half and divine, though wasn't showing on the beach. The hike back was excruciatingly pleasing pain, if you know what I mean. It drove all other worries straight out of my mind. Happy exhaustion! Reem helped us refuel with a cup of coffee and conversation, and here I am, back to take a swipe at the D in the wee hours of the morn!
Happy Weekend people!

Where is the sunlight?

No, this isnt about the weather. The sun is shining in all its brilliance, Bournemouth is performing beautifully. I, on the other hand, am not.
I am going through serious PMS - Pre Masters Symptoms. Experienced just before the end of a Master's degree. Brought on my unresolved dissertation issues and looming unwritten pages. Symptoms - Sleepiness, distraction, snappiness, mindless blabber, sudden remembering of urgent work (e.g. updating the blog) and mental wanderings. My brain regularly has out of body experiences - it varies from person to person, I imagine.
Panacea - Abdication to a far away country which is immune to all forms of education (and preferably believes in divinity- ruled by the Goddess of Rest).
Sheesh, ok, back to my Word document..... We don't need no education!!!!

Hair stresser

So, I'm considering an alternative career.....which might be a good option anyways judging by the way the D-word is going at present (dissertation to the unintiated, careless, sane people). I might want to hone my skills as a hair dresser, I reckon. My hidden talent was revealed to me one sunny morning (uhhhh, yesterday) when my friend (lets call her Sunshine, shall we? She likes that for some weird reason) asked me to trim her long (and I mean Loooong) tresses for her.
We marched into the garden, after only a little initial trepidation on my part. Now, I have to confess, I did underestimate the difficulty level. But the feeling of power that that simple act gave me egged me on. I chopped off about 3" of those gorgeous hair, and S kept looking over her shoulder to check if things were going ok....like that would give me more skill or something.
Just one tiny problem - the rightmost lock got, uh, kind of cut too much. But disaster management - I made a nice U-cut out of it. Ah, the beauty of skilled hands! Yeah, so you shouldn't look too closely at the result. But who wants to look at the hair when the face is sooo beautiful, right?
Then again, maybe I should think of becoming an image consultant.

July

July
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

Me and My Titan.... Aamir Khan doesn't measure up to me!

July

July
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

Gorgeous dawn, with two great friends.... (Rui and Rolf)

love in difficult times

Ah, the sweet pain of separation....... No, this has nothing to do with me. Second-hand emotion. My friend, darling girl, is in love (although she insists 'like' is more appropriate than 'love', i insist otherwise). and just as she was beginning to enjoy the feeling, the object of her affection had to go away for a few days. And thus start endless pinings and pointless questions of 'When is he coming back?' , 'Do you know there are still 7 (or countdown) days to go?' ... None of which i can effectively address, of course.
So in the meanwhile, as you would expect, I have to listen to sudden eruptions of 'so cute' and 'so mad' and 'oooooohhh', when there's no one around but us and not raise my eyebrow to wonder why that was. and then there are sudden sightings in obscure photographs where the subject occupies not more than 6.235 pixels of the jpeg image.
I have to admit though, that inspite of my feigned exasperation, I kind of find it cute.... good gosh, did i say 'cute'??? I knew she was bad influence!!!

Daffodils

Read at leisure, and breathe in the last few lines of the poem, one of my favourites.

"Daffodils" (1804)

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

Resilient London

In a completely chaotic situation that could have resulted in a complete breakdown on life, the calmness of Londoners stood out. One can't help but admire the organised manner in which not only the emergency services dealt with the multiple blows, but equally those who were actually in or around the places affected.
Go London!!

DSC01156

DSC01156
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

London lives - the quintessential London bus

moving

Allergic to - moving houses. And the more you hate something, the more of it you have to do. I knew Murphy didn't like me! anyways, it so happens that in the next week, I shall be moving. Not once, but twice. so then my super- excitingly-busy schedule is as follows:

 

• Wake up
• Have tea
• Read some dissertation material (ok, fine! i'll change it.... open some dissertation material to read)
• Look out of the window, think of how I'll miss this house
• (still staring out of the window)
• Trudge to my room
• Refill suitcases.... exclaim in wonder at all the stuff you owned and never knew!
• Exclaim in wonder --- Did I really read all these papers?
• Exclaim in wonder -- Did I really have all these clothes to wear ?(I hated my black-striped top anyways)
• Cram more junk into the suitcase - I've thrown out a lot, but i might just need these sometime (an old plastic cover, when there is a flood and i have to protect my walkman remote from getting wet; blue benetton t-shirt beyond its last days to use in case of a break-in where all my other clothes beyond their  last days are stolen; dozens of rubber bands joining their cousins for when i have to pack all my belongings in little plastic bags and secure them so that they dont spill - i might not have the use of my suitcases, they were taken in the break-in, remember!)
• Stand in the middle of the new packing mess, marvel that I got so much done, and decide to take and break... till tomorrow.
• Feel guilty about not having done enough work on the dissertation, switch on the computer, sign-in to yahoo messenger (it's rude not to say hello to those who might be online). Check the weather, read today's horoscope, check out the news (NO, Diana did NOT sleep with JFK, Jr., did she?), forward important mails - Urja needs to know about the sale at Old Navy after all! Update the blog.
• Attend to the growling stomach
• Such a busy day - no point tiring myself out further. it's the same hectic schedule tomorrow. So go to bed to recharge my batteries.

And there you were, thinking life was tough for you!

Dissertation is a four letter word for me right now, and not of the good kind, mind you. I dont know about others, but it is quite likely that researchers are living out a punishment from their past lives, bad karma. Anyone out there in my state, be convinced that you had upset your gurus last janam, or evaded student life... there it is, back to avenge in full force.  

sarah aarti rui edited

sarah aarti rui edited
Originally uploaded by Aartee.

This was a long time ago, but what the heck! here's sharing life now! Sarah, I and Rui, at the beach on what should have been a much warmer day, considering the sun had come out after ages!

Here's something that I read on another blog by an American about school dinners in Japan: ' partly fishy, 100% chance of squid'. Can't get better forecasts than that, now, can we?  

Just a day before Valentine's, here at Bournemouth, we got a glimpse of snow! DIfficult to describe the feeling, just that we braved the winds and the tiny bit of snow to take a photograph says a lot about our excitement, though!!! 

let it snow!! 

london 

the moon over bournemouth