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musings: January 2009
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Saturday, January 31, 2009. Journal entry for 31st January 2008. What I cooked for dinner: Karela (bittergourd) and french omlette(with beans tomatoes and spinach) with rice and dal. Today morning was spent in the company of about 30 other Indians celebrating Saraswati Puja. That was followed by a lavish(by grad student standards) lunch cooked by my labmates and various other friends. It felt almost like back home and was fun. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Veni, Vidi, Vetti.
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musings: My Hands
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Thursday, May 14, 2009. They feel weird. I don't know what to do with them anymore. They even saved my life that day as I hung outside the door of a female compartment holding on to the bars of the train door for over two hours in the dead of the night. It all started with the winter. The frigid cold here forces one to keep ones hands inside the pockets. Now, after doing that for over 4 months, with the cold giving way to warm sunshine they simply don't know what to do. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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musings: Pillow
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Sunday, May 16, 2010. Soft and quiet, is my pillow. In its softness, I wallow. All through the night, we cuddle and sleep. Even when I am in slumber deep. With arms around, its close to my heart. Its so small, I don't know where to start. It never complains if I pull it tight. Never have we been in a fight. Sweet little thing, it never has any expectation. I just wish it were great in conversation. It looks so pretty, with all the flowers. I wish I could stare at it for hours. Never has it any expectation.
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musings: May 2010
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Sunday, May 16, 2010. Soft and quiet, is my pillow. In its softness, I wallow. All through the night, we cuddle and sleep. Even when I am in slumber deep. With arms around, its close to my heart. Its so small, I don't know where to start. It never complains if I pull it tight. Never have we been in a fight. Sweet little thing, it never has any expectation. I just wish it were great in conversation. It looks so pretty, with all the flowers. I wish I could stare at it for hours. Never has it any expectation.
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musings: February 2009
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Sunday, February 08, 2009. My thoughts drifted towards him. I was waiting for the simulation to end. The flying molecules on the screen reminded me of stars and wistful thoughts about the last 23 years of my life swarmed in my head. Glimpses of time spent with family and friends flooded my thoughts which gradually homed in towards my school days and finally settled on that one face which I saw almost everyday for 12 years. And dislikes (drawing class, biology, girls? But it wasn't his voice, nor was it i...
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musings: Today
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Monday, May 25, 2009. I saw her on my way to the lab. I walk or cycle nowadys as the weather is simply brilliant. Warm and sunny, albeit a bit too dry for my taste. I saw her as I walked down Neil ave and she was crying. I was on my way back home after a long day at the lab. Its been pretty dry and hot for the last few days though its still nothing compared to the severity of Chennai. It reminded me of my days in school when I used to walk back all drenched, my bag soaking wet, and my shoes and socks bro...
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musings: July 2009
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Saturday, July 11, 2009. Sandwich and the olive. Meanwhile the journal paper I was reading with the other hand slipped from my hand as I tried to save the olive. Somehow defying the laws of physics that landed first on ground and the olive on top of it. Not satisfied yet, the olive decided to roll on further under the desk and then went into a dark corner when I finally lost interest in it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Veni, Vidi, Vetti. Sandwich and the olive.
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musings: Girls are crazy,
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Saturday, May 09, 2009. Girls are crazy,. Well, at least half of them. The other half make the people around them go crazy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Veni, Vidi, Vetti. Girls are crazy,. An evening away from lab.
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musings: March 2009
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009. After being used to mom-cooked delicious food at home for over 15 years and mess food at IITM which though of dubious taste and origin is at least served regularly, grad student life hits you hard initially when one has to cook for oneself. With the measly pay, you can't expect us to buy food everyday! The only thing I regret is that I forgot the plate of muffins and bagels that I had so assiduously assembled. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Veni, Vidi, Vetti.
