Wednesday, September 23, 2009

I am back, with my doll story!

Okay everyone! I am back, and quite a bit has changed since the last time I was here! First graduation, then moving in with hubby (at last) and finally starting a new life in the west coast :) Moving wasn’t easy and settling down in a new place and adapting to a new (although relaxed) routine took me a while to get used to. But hey, it is all done now and I am officially a resident of CA! Btw, thanks a lot for all your good wishes!

I must say, staying away from each other all this while has only helped V and I grow that much fonder of each other. We don’t ever want to be apart again! We are making up for all the lost time now and we know that every minute we get to spend with each other is invaluable. And I wish we did not even miss those 8 or 9 hours he spends at work every day!

The time in CA has been wonderful so far, with the setting up of our new place, celebrating V’s birthday and in general enjoying our togetherness. Simple things we do as a couple like sharing a meal [and an address :)], shopping for groceries, watching a favorite movie or taking a walk feel like luxury, and I am reveling in the bliss. It finally feels like I am ‘home’, and do I need to explain how remarkable that feeling is?!

In addition to spending time with V, these are also a few days I have for myself to relax and unwind after a challenging doctoral study, before I get back to work once again. At the moment I am getting to explore my potential as a homemaker, and I must say I like it a lot. Now I have time to think about a proper dinner menu, how to decorate our home and whether or not to set up a vegetable and herb garden! That is leisure right there. In fact it is more than just leisure. It is an extravagance! I could get used to all this indulging and relaxation, but deep down I know that I will soon be thirsting for more.

After all, I do miss the sounds of snapping eppendorf tubes and spinning microfuges, the smell of 70% ethanol and the sight of a perfect DNA band appear under UV light or a protein band on polyacrylamide. The small joys of finding healthy cells, a perfect clone, understanding a protein interaction, and piecing together the clues to a molecular pathway have their own charm. So hopefully I’ll find a position to my liking soon! Besides, it can be a good thing for my bank account too :). Just like me it too thirsts for more!

Coming back to how I am having fun these days, it is Dussehra time and in keeping up with my Tamil tradition, I have set up a small ‘Navarathiri kolu’ with knickknacks lying around the house. It is by no means a traditional kolu with cute Indian dolls, but I think it is a fair start nevertheless.
Navarathri is one of my favorite Indian festivals, and aptly so. First of all it is celebrated for 9 days glorifying the feminine power. I mean, we have a winner right there! Moreover, I love the creative aspect associated with setting up the kolu. And best of all of course, the great food and the 'sundal' collecting ritual! Togther it made a perfect recipe for some of my best childhood memories...
The Navarathiri excitement used to start right from the moment the box full of dolls was brought down from the attic! As we unwrapped the dolls, we used to play a guessing game to identify correctly which doll was inside each package! Most of them used to be easy guesses but let me tell you, identifying the individual dolls in the dasavatharam set can be quite tricky!
Next came the innovative part of setting up the kolu. In our home in India we always improvised on building the steps to display the dolls, instead of buying ‘pre-arranged’ steps. I remember how I used to pester my mom to increase the size of the kolu every year :) And every year we came up with newer ways to increase the number of steps with a table here, a box there and a few planks in between!

Once the dolls were unpacked and set up in the kolu, every morning my sis and I used to sit next to them and stare at their beauty. Till date, I remember each and every one of our dolls and the sweet memories associated with them. My favorite doll was ‘Radha’, standing in water holding a brass pot. I loved her attire (a green skirt and blouse and a beautiful pallu), her jewelry (especially the bright anklets on her tender feet) and her attractive looks! Her charming face always seemed brighter when we placed her next to ‘Krishna’ crawling with a hand full of butter. Krishna's other companion was always a ‘Meera’ doll! A step above them used to be our Ram-Seetha-Lakshman and Hanuman dolls, along with the 'dasavatharam' doll set. I remember another favorite of mine, a cute temple set that had a small temple with a little doll family consisting of mom, dad and their little son, and also a priest! For nine days those dolls stood side by side bringing color and cheer into our lives!

More than the kolu, I used to enjoy building the 'park' set-up we added to the kolu. We used to get soil and plant mustard and raagi to resemble grass in the park. We made roads and road signs, set up miniature tables, chairs and other funny little items in the park. The side walk was made with sea shells. And the little people in the park came alive in the imaginative tales inside my head...
Then there used to be the ‘rangolis’ we drew on plates to adorn the kolu and the balloons and graffiti to decorate the house. But the best part of all Navarathiri traditions was dressing up in different costumes and visiting kolus in other houses, singing songs to praise the Gods and collecting sundal rewards! Ah! ‘Pooja' holidays were always such fun!

This year I set up my first kolu just as a treat for the child inside me. It is a playful set-up that has pieces from China, Africa, US, India and even the North pole! Well, I was talking about santa :) V's b-day balloons also found a place in the set-up! Our only visitor to the kolu this year, my cute little niece sang ‘Baa baa black sheep’ for the kolu! That was adorable to say the least! Well, what do you know; I am enjoying my 'Pooja' holidays as an adult now. And it still is a lot of fun!
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Sunday, July 12, 2009

On a Break...

My dear friends in the blogosphere!

If you hadn't already noticed, I am on a blogging break :)! Next week is my defense, And finally by the end of August I am going to be moving to my husband's place! Yay! So a lot of things are going on, and I am a little short on blogging time. Rather I have resisted my urge to blog and read other blogs! But I will be back soon. Thanks for checking this space regularly!

Friday, May 22, 2009

My flying philosophies…

I like being on an air plane…

No, I am not talking about the ten to sixteen hour long, turbulent, stomach churning flights. Those are nothing but a pain in my ears :)
But I do like the shorter two to four hour trips I take every other month to visit V. These flying hours constitute exclusive ‘me time’. And I have come to enjoy them…A lot…

Where is the fun in sitting on a cramped seat, inside a pressurized cabin, you may wonder.
And I have to agree…The inside of a plane doesn’t inspire much imagination, especially when I am immersed in a book, or nodding my head to some tunes or staring at the laptop screen.

But let me tell you, the magic happens the moment I look out the window! A sky speckled with clouds or stars is any day dreamer's (like me) haven. There have been countless days I have spent on the fourth floor terrace back in India, glancing at the sky and clouds above, taking guesses at their many shapes and wondering what lies beneath all the blue! Come 5.00pm, my legs would involuntarily carry me up the steps to the terrace, to enjoy the sea breeze and the changing colors of the sky…Those days are precious, the days I spent perched on top of our water tank, like a queen on her throne, sipping tea and savoring the city lights and the starry skies…
Sigh!
I so miss terraces in this country…Anyway, I digress….

The point is that despite my awareness of the science of light scattering and the water cycle, the sky has always intrigued me! So it is no wonder that I get a ‘high’ every time I fly, speeding above the clouds, with the greens, browns and blues fading away far below. And mind you, not just any greens, browns and blues, but the mesmerizing greens of the Sierra Nevada range, the bold reds and browns of the Grand Canyon and the soothing blues of Lake Tahoe! Now, how can I not enjoy flying?!
The Sierra Mountains are my favorites because they sport a different look every season! They look angelic in peak winters all white and snow covered, play hide and seek in shades of white and brown during the end of winter, lush green in spring and summer, and happy and colorful adorned with trees of green, gold and red during the fall!
They stand tall and timeless, bearing testimony to the cycle of nature, symbolizing the cycle of life….

Ah! Here comes the philosophy!
When I look at the endless cover of blue from an airplane window, it is not just the scenery that I see, but far beyond. I always feel the ‘platoic’ and ‘socratic’ genes in me getting turned on, and a thinking cap sprouting on my head! Is it not an ideal setting for the mind to ponder, being confined to a seat for a few hours, with a wide angle view of the world below? Somehow it offers me a distant yet distinct perspective on the life I lead at ground level. So more often than not, a lot of introspection and rumination transpires every time I fly. I see a lot of things with more clarity, the view point being awesome and all! And whatever is left of the air inside the cabin is good enough to clear my head :) The plane metamorphoses into a mobile Bodhi tree, and all of a sudden I become a philosopher, psychiatrist, and an event planner when I fly. Of course I am the happy philosopher on cloud nine only when I am flying to visit V, and not when I am returning afterwards :)

When I turn my head away from the window and look back inside the cabin, my perspective changes. The crying baby, the stinking man or the boring book don’t bother me any more. And as the plane lands and I hear the unified clicks of seat belts getting unbuckled, the phones getting turned on and feet scrambling, they all seem to offer a new meaning. The air is ripe with excitement, impatience and anticipation! The excited voices over the phones connect me to the outside world and my love affair with the sky ends temporarily.

But the thinking hat stays on as I wait at the transit lounge! I see all kinds of people hustling and bustling around me, tall and short, fair and dark, young and old. Apart from the busy bees running as they wheel their bags with one hand and hold on to their coffees and sandwiches on the other, there are the business men making love to their laptops and blackberries like there is no tomorrow, parents chasing after their kids pointing to the airplanes, young couples entangled in sweet embraces, men and women taking animatedly on their phones, busy teens working out their fingers ‘texting’, and of course some loners lost in a book in the corners…These are people from all walks of life, all parts of the world, chasing time, travelling towards a destination, pausing only briefly to transit…
I see a world in action…

One gets to experience the balance in life at airports… In how many other places can you witness simultaneous take-offs and landings, arrivals and departures, smiles and tears, all at once?! At the same time as some teary eyes and waving hands bid farewell to their loved ones, there are others arriving with cheery smiles eager to meet the waiting kith and kin...
I see a world in equilibrium…

And when I see the people greeting one another at the terminal I see a world filled with love! Even when in hurry, people take a moment to say their goodbyes. A tight hug, a sweet kiss, or a tear shed is all etched in memory for what may be days, weeks or months to come.....

As I wait for V to pick me up, I see an old lady and a little girl greeting a woman arriving with a baby. Somehow my eyes ignore the young couple kissing passionately in front of me, and focus on those women. The old lady maybe the grandma and the little girl a sister or a cousin? I don’t know. Grandma gets all excited and picks up the baby immediately from the stroller. The little girl helps the lady with her bags and walks along grandma making faces and playing with the baby. I can see the elation in her eyes. I bet she wants to hold the baby…
It is just like an Indian family. I cannot help but smile at them…
It just confirms one thing…Love is the universal language, and it is spoken a lot at airports!

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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

55 fiction

Here is my attempt at 55 fiction...

It was hard, but I finally did it! The hardest part was to limit the narration to 55 words...

Since this is my first atempt at fiction of any kind, it did not turn out great, but I am starting to get the hang of it. For some reason I have always been hesitant to try my hand at fiction.
I never thought I could do it. But after this attempt, I am more intrigued....
If I get more time, I am going to try my hand at writing more fiction. It makes me 'feel' creative... :)

Anyways....I wrote (after many failed attempts) two versions of the same scenario, and I am posting both... :) Let me know which version you guys liked the most!

1. Yearning....
The same dream…Again…

She was standing in front of that door, sensing its presence on the other side…
She knew she shouldn’t.
Yet drawn by its magnetism, she opened the door, reaching for it…


‘Tring’! The alarm…

She woke up smiling, knowing that there was no chocolate cake in her fridge...
She was dieting!

2. Temptation
She stood hesitantly in front of that door, sensing its presence on the other side…

She knew she shouldn’t.
Yet drawn by its magnetism, heart thumping, she opened the door…

As the chill air hit her face, she realized her mistake…

Grabbing the carrots, she left the chocolate cake untouched….
“Dieting is hard!”, she sighed….

Friday, April 24, 2009

Religion... Is tolerance sufficient?

I had written this a couple of months ago, but I didn't feel comfortable enough to post it. Because some of the opinions expressed are strong and religion is always such a sensitive topic. But let me see how you guys react....
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For a long time now, I have been constantly thinking about this issue…
When it comes to religion, is tolerance alone sufficient to maintain harmony?
What I mean to ask is that, is it enough that one ‘tolerates’ another person following a different faith? Is it not important that we respect each other’s faith as well?

First of all, I really don’t fathom what is so intolerable about a religion that is not one’s own. Religion is the source of so much trouble in the world today, probably because the best we have learnt to do is to tolerate a person of different faith. If that is the starting point, then it doesn’t take much for things to worsen. Does it? Seriously, when it comes to another faith, is being tolerant the best we can do?!

The answer is probably a resounding ‘yes’, only because too many of us take religion a little too personally. I am not talking about the religious fundamentalists and fanatics alone. Even the less threatening, ‘educated’ common man in my opinion, is mostly a slave to his faith. Most of us are close-minded about our own ideas of whom or what God is, and believe that only we are correct. And that is why we get possessive and defensive about religion. And we let the faith we follow, to define who we are.

There is nothing wrong in having faith and believing in God. In fact, true faith is a great phenomenon. It signifies the surrender of one’s ego, and that is the best spiritual wisdom one can acquire. But religion is no longer about the spiritual experience. Is it? It has somehow evolved into a force that binds us in shackles, and humanity knows not how to break free. The so called rituals and rules surrounding the central concept of a faith have obscured what the faith actually stands for. And most people don’t seem to realize that going to a temple, or wearing the cross, or covering the head alone can never be the true mark of a religion.

In my opinion, religion cannot be defined as a set of rules, if broken guarantees a one way ticket to hell. Only because, these rules are created by man. In this age of science and reason, it simply doesn’t make sense that we follow some set of rules and blind beliefs to reserve a place in heaven. I mainly have a problem with people who perceive religion as pledging his/her allegiance to one God. They believe in it so much that if one so much as looks or thinks about ‘another’ God or faith, or enter another place of worship, then that is considered blasphemy! Now, it isn’t a big surprise that they cannot tolerate another faith. Is it?

Are these people scared of God!? Do they think that if they break these so called rules, or accept that there are ‘other’ Gods, then it will anger their God and he will no longer answer their prayers? I tell you, blasphemy brews fear like a terminal illness or a nuclear explosion, or even worse. God and religion are still very sensitive topics precisely because of this reason. No one wants to offend God, and face his/her wrath. It is this fear that prevents people from mingling with people of a different faith, and be open about the ideas of a different religion. But then again, it is man who defines the rules of blasphemy as well. Is it not?

Sometimes I feel that God is victimized by people for the sake of religion! It feels as though religion is a scam and we’ve inadvertently dragged God into the conspiracy! Oh! Go ahead, call me an atheist. I am just frustrated with Christians around me claiming that anyone who doesn’t believe in Jesus is Satan, with the Hindus who demolish mosques, and with the Muslims who kill in the name of Allah. These people are atheists, not me.

The true goal of any religion should be to better the lives of people, and to bring out the goodness in us. Following a religion should make us stronger and mature and should elevate our conscience and thoughts. It is not about being loyal to a God. The whole idea of faith in God, is to teach us humility and how to let go of our bloated egos. It is not about stubbornly asserting that one’s God is the only God existent and that he reigns supreme. That is plain ignorance in my opinion.

Most of us need faith in our lives, faith in ourselves, faith in those who are near and dear to us and above all faith in a power that is beyond our control. Some people call that power God. We need someone to call when in trouble, someone to guide us, and someone to confide in, so we give a face or name to that power. But other than that, what is the point in examining which God is better or wiser?!

I was born a Hindu. But I don’t practice any faith. I still go to (some) temples and (some) churches, not to pray, but because I feel some peace (I dunno why) when I am there. I can go to a Bhagavat Gita recital, or to the midnight mass at church, and I consider both equally enlightening. The preaching in a sermon or Gita recital can apply to any human on earth. Not to just Christians or Hindus. Why can’t people accept that? Why does which God we believe in becomes paramount, rather than what we need to do to be better people?

Sometimes I wonder if we need religion. Some say that atheists are mentally very strong people because they don’t rely on some higher power to rescue them from their troubles. Probably that is true. In any case, at least atheists are not causing trouble (as along as they don’t start demolishing places of worship, or killing people who believe in God). I am not asking everyone to follow every religion and faith, but we should at least acknowledge and accept that some other religion or God is just as much pure and sacred as ours. As far as I am concerned, a Hindu should still respect Jesus and Allah even if he doesn’t believe in them and vice versa. I wish people don’t play the ‘my God, your God’ game and be a little more open minded. That’s all.

But I guess religion just doesn’t work that way! And all that is too much to ask for in the world today, where Osama and Taliban and Shri Ram Sena think they are God’s gift to the world.
And I can’t change the world. Can I?

I will continue to celebrate Christmas and Diwali the way I want to. Go to Gita recitals or sermons or prayer meetings at the Aurobindo Ashram or Ramakrishna Matt, or motivational seminars and workshops! Because I am all ears for good teachings, no matter what the source is! And I am sure there are more people like me out there, who are breaking free from the shackles of regressive religion!

Sunday, April 05, 2009

The return of the swallows....

Please Note -The photos here are taken by the author and cannot be reproduced or used without the author's permission.

Its spring time once again…
The Barn Swallows have returned to the little nest they built last year on the porch in front of my apartment. And they are waking me up everyday with the incessant chirping!

Last year I watched in awe, as they meticulously built their little engineering project of mud and twigs, little by little, and layer by layer. Within a week they had a custom designed, self-built nest they could call home, minus the hassles of realtors or mortgages!

And in only about six weeks after it was built, the nest had served its purpose! The swallows had raised their family. They arrived as a pair and left as a family of six. The nest was abandoned after that, and I remember wondering 'that's it?'! And soon enough I forgot all about the birds and their nest, except on a rare day when I happen to catch a glimpse of the droppings and other debris that had collected below the nest, which still remains in place just as firmly as the nest above!

But the bird's chirping this morning brought back all my memories of their stay last year. Looks like it is time once again for a new chapter in the Barn Swallow's life cycle! I guess the birds have returned this season to rear a new generation! Maybe they’ll attend to a few repairs, and the nest will be as good as new! After all, it had been waiting for them all these months…

As much as I love the little swallows, I cannot help but dread the days to come when the birds (after the eggs are laid) will turn hostile. The moment the mother spots my head; she will bring her entire flock of friends to scare me away, flying right over my head, making funny noises and what not! That silly, over-protective bird…Believe me, she and her friends have annoyed me to my wits' end on some occasions.

Be that as it may, I am still happy that they have returned!

I have been aware of their presence for a few days now, but not until today morning did I get a peek at the mom and pop to be. Before I could officially welcome them back, they flew away hurriedly, as soon as they spotted me. Yet, somehow once the little ones arrive, the same birds would have gathered the courage and reinforcements to try and frighten me! Is this why they say parenthood changes everything?!

More than anything, I am eagerly expecting the little ones. In about a month or so, they will be peering over the nest, looking ugly at first just like all newborns do, but they'll turn cute in a matter of days! Last year I loved watching them perching on the rim of the nest, weighing their options of flight, all the while praying that none of them should fall off the nest! And just like the parent swallows, I heaved a sigh of relief when they safely flew away. But once they were gone, I couldn't help but miss them for a while. I had gotten so used to seeing them everyday, that it took me almost a week to realize that they had flown away for good, never to return, leaving behind just an empty nest...

Now I know why I felt so happy to see the birds return. It is almsot like meeting some long lost friends! I know I have to endure the droppings, the mess, and the mother bird's stunts. But it will all seem worthwhile, when I sneak a peek at the little birdies in the end… :)
Besides, I don’t have to set an alarm for the next couple of months…My dear avian guests will take care of waking me up!

And as if the return of the swallows is not reason enough to celebrate the spring, flowers of all colors have started to bloom on campus! And the butterflies will arrive in another two months time. Normally one should expect a 'spring' in my step given the circumstances, but sadly, the pollen in the air is making me run for cover! I wish that my unreasonable and over-reactive immune system were a little more freindly with the pollen, instead of being so over protective of me, much like the swallows and their eggs! It is after all pollen for heavens' sakes....Not poison!

All said and done, I think my allergy troubles make me appreciate spring just a little more! Spring is all the more precious to me, because experiencing it's beauty is something I cannot take for granted!

So, it is going to be another two weeks before I can enjoy the season, and venture out leisurely with the camera. And I am dying to do just that, while waiting for time to fly, and the pollen to fly farther away....

Meanwhile I have added some pictures of the swallows and their nest I clicked last year…

Happy (allergy-less) Spring everyone!

Friday, April 03, 2009

Update....

Okay…I think I am back from the blogging slumber…. Kind of….
And I just realized that exactly a month has passed since my last post!
So what have I been up to all these days?
Trying to convince five wise professors to agree that I am fit to get a doctorate degree…That’s what! Well, it turns out that they already were and it went better than I expected. They needed little or no convincing…
But what proved tougher was finding a date suitable to all of their schedules for my defense. I had not expected that their study sections and vacations will be perfectly mutually exclusive of each other. Their schedules are structured like a relay race! One member gets back from vacation and the next one leaves! So finally after a ton of emails and a lot of running around, I have narrowed down the playing field to three days…But only after a couple of people agreed to flex their travel plans!!! But it is so sweet of my committee, to be accommodative like that…

So the date is pushed to end of July…Sigh :(. But hey, at least I have a date!!!
Meanwhile, I have to decide whether I am going to stay in TX or take a break and travel to CA to spend time with V...
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On an unrelated note, I had the most uncomfortable travel experience when I recently visited V….

This is a note to the dear fat guy who was sitting next to me on the plane…
I don’t mind that you were spilling over my seat so that I had to squish against the window or the fact that you were blocking my access to fresh air…I really don’t…I am sure if you had a choice you wouldn’t be fat…I bet it wasn’t easy sitting in that seat for 2 hours when you barely had leg room. But looking at the way you were attacking those gourmet nuts, I see that you are quite enjoying the experience. But hey, the choice is yours and not mine…
And I am not one to talk…I can go at a pack of chocolates all day…
But at least try going easy on the beans before you board a plane. Fellow passengers have ears and a nose and they are inches away from you and they don’t have a choice! Is that so hard to understand?
Also, if you choose to pick your nose, pre-boarding time in the restroom may be the best choice. Not when you are sitting next to someone on a plane! Why do you think tissue papers or handkerchiefs exist? I am sorry for almost pouncing on my drink and grabbing it from the flight attendant while you were attempting to pass it to me. I could see that you were being nice, wanting to help and all, and believe me I would have let you, had I not seen you picking your nose only moments ago. Maybe try booking two seats instead of one the next time you fly…
Thank you…..

I don’t mean to be offensive to people who are fat, but this guy was unbelievable. The sad thing is that he seemed like a nice guy. And had we met at a different place at a different time I wouldn’t have loathed him so much…But it is hard to like someone like him in the two hours I had, sitting in a cramped airplane seat…And definitely not when he was farting and picking his nose and laughing so loud at the movie he was watching, that his whole body was jiggling!
Being fat is not a crime. Half the time it is not even under our control. Who knows what will happen to my body after ten years or say after a pregnancy? But being disgusting is irksome….

God, I have a request for you. Please never ever make me sit next to a disgusting person (even if he/she is thin) on a plane, especially on a flight that is full…
Thank you….