Evocative

PMS + Gloomy Nostalgic Sleepy Day + Amruta’s Posts #1:traveller and #2: in the name of the mother =

cringing stomach + sharp intake of breath + tear-loaded eyes + a mountainous longing to crawl into J’s armpit

bwaaaaaaaaaah

Homeland

An Indian lady colleague told whether or not I will bring back a mixer/grinder from India after the wedding. I told her not really – the American blender works very well thank you. Apparently every newly married Indian couple here brings back a cooker (larger size) from the avg single person cooker (350-500 ml me thinks), the stone grinder for dosai, the idli steamer, and the blender and food processor for chutneys. Esp the south indians.

So immediately I made a mental list:
- Cadbury’s Eclairs. I FUCKING miss those. My happy fix for any hour.
- Sharp ball point pens that are <=0.6mm tipped. American ballpoints are the thickness of pasta. I MUST have pens that draw lines and
- Anjali dabba – the little box custom designed for Indian spices – with the little boxes.
- Little little idols of Gods that my grandmom got me used to.

I may not be into avidly praying a fervent prayer every morning, but lighting the occasional diya and the blue moon incense stick raises my spirits and spiritual quotient. I am a sucker for feel good morning rituals.

Doesn't sound like a list that will impress my colleague though.

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There was a time when I used to chide anyone I knew who was Indian who over-valued Indian things like movies and festivals and rituals. After being here for nearly 11 months, I am beginning to understand why. On diwali, the same Indian colleague invited me over for dinner. Pongal vada dosai sambar chutney and payasam. I dressed to the nine's and went. As if it was my first diwali or something. Bought Kaju Katli to introduce experimental minded roomies. Threw the box into the garbage because mofos here keep stock that is probably 3 months old and nonrefrigerated for the most part. Dass sweets something. Mofos I tell you.

And don't even ASK what happens when i watch a documentary about India or senti scene from an Indian movie. Bawling doesn't begin to describe the outcome.
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Wedding prep in full swing. After J's departure and the end of ceaseless shopping and packing weekends – normalcy has returned to the turtle. But still hours are spent searching for the perfect jewellery that can't be bought yet because the outfits haven't been found yet. And yet the heart isn't going flutter flutter as it should be about the wedding itself.

I find myself jumping and calling bloody murder when I hear J met Bartinda and Shaman and they didn't discuss me. And then laughing and craving to be back in Bangalore. The heart also does a trapeze act every time past gilded memories come to the fore along with the prospects of making some more – with some sistahs and breddas who are traipsing the world at the moment – and some yogis and yoginis who are ascending spiritual dimensions and establishing kilometric records.

1 month 7 days to departure and counting down!

Once a geek … always a geek

I’ve just survived a technology orgasm yesterday. I can’t help but be excited by/about Google Wave. I think they’ve done whatever I wanted with UI. Drag and drop images from the desktop and mailblogchattwitterflickrfacebookdiscussionpolldocoedit in one chinti browser.
Like ONE chinti browser window can do all that. And it’s all in HTML. And Script. And CSS.
And REAL-TIME is REALLY real-TIME.

wave.google.com

PS:Now see if I had Google Wave to blog this with this link would automatically autocomplete and become a link.

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Also on a happier note.