Tuesday, May 29, 2007

I'm about to pull the plug

on my wireless at home

p.s: sorry for the wv. It will stay that way until I can get regular on accessing my blog again, to keep out the bleddy spammers. (no, not you guys). :D

Hastalavista, baby!!



Monday, May 28, 2007

Mom, Dad, I have a blog

So with the upcoming trip to India I am excited about meeting up with some of the crazy people I've met through blogging. While planning the trip with my family, I said
"Err.. can we stay in hyd the weekend of 8-9? I want to meet with a friend that weekend."
Mom: Friend? Which friend is this in hyderabad? (i don't have any friends there, my parents just moved there)
Me: Err.. she's someone I met on the internet, and we became good friends..there are two other girls too.
Sis: (keeda): Are you sure it's a she?
Dad: Yes, how can you be sure? I will come with you to meet her. I am hearing all kinds of stories these days about such "internet friends".
Me: (Suppressed ROFL): Dad, they are all girls, we've talked on phone and stuff. But if you're so worried you can come.
Mom (in a worried tone to my sister): I wonder why all her friends are girls
Mom (to me): There's not even a single eligible bachelor among them??

AHAHAHAHAHHAHA! :D

Sunday, May 27, 2007

This I'll miss

I'll miss being the expert in what I do. After months and years of painstaking trials and failures, I have mastered techniques that once appeared so complicated to me. Today, I do the same experiments with finesse and teach others little secrets that I had to teach myself. I'll miss being the most senior in the lab, and hence the go-to person for everything. "Hey do you know how to work this centrifuge?" - "Ask TGFI". "Does anyone in your lab use this technique" - "Ask TGFI". "We have a gas tank leak in our lab"- "Ask TGFI". Soon my name and number will be erased from the safety signs on the lab door that say "Contact TGFI in case of emergency" and will be replaced by the new lab technician's name. I may have complained about all the additional work I had in the lab, about having to pack it, move it, set it up, thrice. But I have enjoyed my position of importance that came with it. I'll miss my lab, working long hours and coming home at 2 am, tired but at the same time pumped up and enjoying the sense of satisfaction that comes with working long, hard hours, and doing a laborious experiment. Excited at the prospect of seeing how it turned out the next day.I'll miss the parasites, and peeking at them through the scope everyday. I have half a mind to sneak out a vial of frozen down parasites but thankfully, I haven't completely lost it yet to do that. I'll miss my building, where everyone knew me and liked me and were super nice to me. I'll miss the familiar faces and places. I'll miss the warmth of my comfort zone that has been lutom (little university town of mine) for the past 6 years.

When I start my post-doc in July, I will be at the bottom rung again. Asking others how to work their machines or find a reagent, or teach me an experiment. But may be I won't be as intimidated by apparently difficult techniques any more. I would still be able to fix a tank leak or a vacuum pump, those things don't change that much. And I think I will still be coming home at 2 am, and going to bed excited about what to expect the next day.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Strange good byes

To the ones that are no longer here [here = lutom, little univ town of mine that i'm leaving] (edited in to clarify)

Some of you, I will keep missing.
Some others, I will miss missing.

To a select few, good riddance. hehehheheheheh. (what would I do without those?)

The tea kettle



You are delicate, fragile, beautiful, perfect. You survived a journey half-way round the world to be here, and stayed strong even when everything else gave way. You brew tea, and lots of memories.

You get to come. Stay safe, and I'll see you on the other side.

Unanswered questions

Pri tagged. All who read, consider yourself tagged and bound by the laws of blogworld to do tag or die.

[BTW, as an aside, sorry for the unanswered comments. I have too much to do here.]

Why me?

Why did you ask me?

Why did you promise?

Why did you say you'd come and never show up?

Why did you make me wait?

How long is this going to go on?

Who else did you commit to?

Why didn't you just say so?

Why couldn' t you have just called??

To all the buggers who said they'd buy my stuff and never showed up, may you rot in hell.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Ex-ship

There is no such thing as "being friends" with an erstwhile romantic involvement. That is all bullshit. There are friends, and there are lovers. One can end up in love with their friend, but how the hell do you demote someone from lover to "just friends"? Yep, you end up staying in touch, partly because you care, and mostly because you want to know what is going on in the ex's life. Like how he is doing, where he is going, and also, is he seeing someone else yet? Is she fat? (Oh, actually, that's a given). Are they serious? Is he getting married??? And when that is discovered, you don't really care any more. It doesn't matter that you have gone through two and a half more romantic involvements in the meantime, or even are yourself settled with three kids and a pati parmeshwar. The curiosity remains, and once satiated, it no longer matters. From then on, it's a predictable future- either the newly-weds drive off into the romantic sunset, make babies and all of that- or things sour (because she is fat, perhaps) and they part ways. Then keeping tabs on him becomes the fat girl's headache, not yours.

So it always bothers me when I hear of amicable splits and that "we're still friends" bullshit. We need a new word for this kind of civility- I say we call it "Ex-ship".

The good byes are beginning


The street of many walks, talks, thoughts and bike-rides. I will miss you.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

How to make sure your email is attended to?

Label it highhhhest priority just because the email program lets you choose that priority.. Write URGENT three times in subject line in bold, red. Thank, apologize, thank, apologize 33.5 times throughout the email. Write long-winded story about what you need instead of to-the-point simple request. Be exceedingly obliged even before the favour is done. Like write off your life or something in return. Thank in advance and in nervous, feverish anticipation. Fail to realize that the person has a life and is well-aware that this is not earth-moving stuff,and will probably never take you seriously. CC it to all the email accounts of the person that you are aware of.

I'll get to it when I get to it. Go take a long hike.

Peeves of the day

1) My favourite lamp broke while packing. :-(
2) This guy came to buy my microwave oven. Of course all my stuff is selling cheap, at the same time is in excellent condition ;).
We got chatting, and turns out he's moving to Philly too, driving, and wanted to buy one and take with him. He just landed a nice industry job. So while I'll be spending more yet-to-be-earned money on a new microwave, this dude next-door will be using MY old one at a fraction of the cost.

Clearly, i don't have any significant issues in life right now ;)

Sunday, May 20, 2007

What I like about the summers

Lots of posts have been made about summer vacations, nimbu paani, mangoes and playing in the sun. But if I'd to pick one thing I like, it's the good looking boys, their shirt-less-ness, and watching 'em run!

I like :)

Saturday, May 19, 2007

New audience question

Thanks all who responded (relevantly) to my earlier audience question about how you found this blog and whether or not you people-google. Going from the whopping success of that post (74 comments and still counting), I have a new question, but instead of answering via comments which can get just a bit er... out of hand, I set it up in the form of a poll here in my sidebar. So if you would all please take a moment out of your time to click a radio button, a hungry mouth will be fed.

TIA, and spammers, beHAVE.

P.S: I reinstalled, the earlier javascript messed up my byoo-ti-ful template. Plis to put vote again. thanks

POLL RESULTS
From a 100 votes

28: 26-28 y.o
23: below 22
21: 23-25 y.o
12: above 35
11: 29-31 y.o
5: 32-34 y.o

Irritating

Like that bad after-taste, some things never go away. Even if trivial, they keep nagging you, niggling at the back of your mind. Wisdom would be in letting go, but you prefer to hang on. So the fault, then, is within. The ability to forget, let go and move on is unfortunately not a long-lasting trait. It needs to be learned and re-learned each time, with every new undesirable situation that arises. Of course, we'd all be sadhus if we could automate this reaction each time, I guess that's what makes us mere mortal. One of the basic principles of yoga is detatchment, something I have never come to adopt. It seems to take the fun out of life. I would never want to be completely detatched, to stop things from bothering me, because then what would be the fun? I'd much rather have highs and lows, disappointments and upsets, pick up and move on, bruised and wiser.

Ignore me, I'm rambling.

The fine print

There's no such thing as a free lunch.
Which is why I am usually averse to taking favours.

Friday, May 18, 2007

SLOTH

I woke up early enough (by my standards) and made my chai. Stared outside for a while, then made a few phone calls. Someone was coming to buy my T.V. The prospective buyer paid me the money and said she'd come back with help to carry it off. I decided to watch as much TV as I could until she came to get it. This was the last of my big possessions and I was happy to be done with it. She called few hours later and asked if she could have her money back, saying there was some family emergency. How does one refuse that? I told her she could come back and take her money. I lazed on the futon and watched more TV, feeling that happy feeling of just being granted a deadline extension. I have time-sensitive stuff to do in the lab, but the lethargy is overwhelming. I also have some wonderful books I had set aside to read, but that was not happening. I idled away time all day blog-surfing and stalking people on my three different accounts on gtalk and making them chat with me. There are boxes to pack, files to organize, but I just lazed, lazed and lazed. I haven't done this in a while. That is not entirely true, there have been those days, I just never felt like going to lab and spent a day lazing, but there was always that undercurrent of guilt. Today, I think I finally perfected the art of guilt-free lazing.

Finally it was 6 pm, I could watch Seinfeld. The T.V. is still here, so I can watch some more. But the self-disgust is beginning to seep in. While pointless idling can be fun every now and then, I don't think I can do it too often, especially the guilt-free part. So I figured writing this post would account for something productive to show for myself. Heh heh heh.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Family fun

At the same time this circus was on in my comments space here, NO thanks to Neihal, Sakshi, Aarti and the Smiling Girl, [Shek, I know you tried, I appreciate it] I was enjoying a different circus at home, the tgfi family circus. My folks arrived late friday night after making necessary and unnecessary stops to meet all and sundry on their drive from NJ to here. By then, I had cleaned up, hidden the alcohol, kissed the boyfriends goodbye and hid all their lavish gifts accumulated over the years, because of course, I could see my mom and sis poke around stuff and go "from where did you get this???" with more discussion and guess-work following that.

Saturday was the commencement ceremony and I took my parents for a grand tour of my lab before that. My mom, always the keen observer, came up with "this is your desk? everybody else's desk is so neat". and suchlike. Hmm. They got to meet the parasites and my advisor and other friends for a small party before the graduation ceremony, and then we went to the hall. The graduation robe and hood has got to be the funniest costume EVAR and it was almost surreal being a large room surrounded by people all wearing similar funny looking clothes and sweating away to glory, fanning themselves. Finally we were herded into the seating area, and were called up row-wise to the stage. Ever since I defended successfully and announced the good news, I've been told by various people how my hard work had finally borne fruit, how great it was, etc. etc. The speaker at our graduation ceremony was the first African American to graduate from my university in 1962. Listening to her speech and the travails she went through, the barriers she broke, was very inspiring and humbling. Soon it was my turn to go up- I think striding up the stage, getting hooded, shaking hands with the provost and walking off was my real moment of high. If it hadn't sunk in yet, it finally sunk in then. My family was in the stands, cheering on, and my niece also yelled "pinni!" (means maasi or aunt) as I walked past them. I am just relieved she wasn't traumatised from seeing me in that outfit. :-)

The next couple of days we spent exploring town- taking my family around to all my favourite places and hang-out joints (no, not the bars, there are other places I frequent) and showing them around was a lot of fun. My niece absolutely loved the outdoors and we had great weather. At home, we broke all noise rules and I was rather worried about my chinese neighbours' reaction- we were never on the friendliest terms, especially since I once went to their apartment and asked them to turn down the infernal pounding of meat at 2 am. Since then, they had called cold war on me. But my niece kavita won them over with her charm, as she sat outside my apartment on her little chair and yelled "Hi!!!!" everytime they passed by, never giving up until they smiled back and said "Hi". :-) My sister, parents and I were together as a family after more than 4 years- this was truly a treasured time for us. My sister and I realized that some things never changed, as we noticed our poor dad's reaction to our giggling fits, which were very much the way my poor b-i-l has reacted to them. It only instigated us further, as my dad looked on to little Kavita for support and company, totally not impressed with the display of juvenile behaviour by his grown-up daughters. :D. My mother's moment of trauma came when she discovered that I used a public laundry, shared by everyone in the building, and she never came to terms with that. :-)

Of course, nothing beats the trepidation with which they made the transition from my sis and b-i-l's nice car to basanti. As my mom sat in it and I started, she went "Oh my god,so much noise" and my sis snickered on. I had earlier shared the good news with them that I found a buyer for the car and was very happy. A few minutes into the ride my sis goes "So who is buying this car?". Very funny. As I had to drop my b-i-l off to the airport and cross across lanes on I-85 (ok, I made some rash last minute decisions) I heard an audible gasp from my dad. His BP shot up by a few notches after that car ride, as we found out when we went to get it monitored. :). My mother got out of the car and her only comment was "Akka drives nicely". My glare ensured that no more comments were passed and the drive back home was spent in silent prayers.

On the eve before they left for their drive back to NJ, I called a bunch of friends over and my mom made her world class sambaar, chutney and idlis. My sis made paneer pakodas. I was a Ph.D, so I just sat back and enjoyed :-). My friends, desis and non-desis alike lapped up the sambaar and totally enjoyed kavita's company. She got foot massages and chocolates and a ton of attention from all the twelve people in the room.

The apartment seems terribly empty now. I miss my little niece running to the door every fifteen minutes and yelling "bus!" everytime a bus passed by (My dad and I had the honor of taking her on her first bus ride ever and she enjoyed every bit of it), and all the hustle bustle that was going on. As soon as they left, I got folks to come in and buy off my furniture so the emptiness is more pronounced. But I still have tons to do in terms of packing and lab work, so I am going to be very busy all over again. I am really glad this trip happened. For me, it's the perfect exit from my little town, as I got to look around my favourite places for one last time and relive memories with the people most important to me. And yes, comments are enabled as long as you promise to behave! :-))))

Monday, May 14, 2007

All ye terrible people,

No computer at home and I haven't been online in 4-5 days now thanks to the tgfi family circus at home. All the shameless spammers on the earlier post will be taken care of shortly. BE WARNED.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Two questions

Terribly busy and no time for a real post. But I've a couple questions to ask of you, dear readers of Deep_thought, generally speaking. So please humor me, will ya?

Question #1

Do you ever find yourself googling the name of a person you happen to be missing? I have been doing it a lot of late- even if the said person has no internet persona whatsoever. I wonder if anyone else does that. Weird.

Question #2 (totally unrelated to #1)

How did you find my blog? i.e, how did you land up here? - I'm looking for specifics- whose blog did you find me on, or a blogroll link or whatever..

Lurkers & feed-readers, this is your time to come out of the woodwork and comment. :-)

Tia (Thanks in advance) :)



P.S: 53rd unique person to answer the survey gets prize. :p
spammers will be suitably dealt with. hmm.

To do list

Parents arriving this weekend for graduation. HIDE DARU and all evidences thereof. Eliminate boyfriend/s. Clean apartment.

Take pictures of all household stuff to be sold

Find a loving home for Basanti :'( (my car, not the blogger formerly known as Basanti )
All potential buyers are going through a rigorous screening process

Throw/ give away as much as you can.

Return keys to lab, buildings, etc. I am going to get rich from all those deposits- my lab has been in 3 different buildings over the past 5 years, and I have big fat bunch of keys to return! :-)

Cancel car insurance

Cancel health insurance

Change address at post office

Box necessary papers, kitchen stuff.

Sort clothes.

Wrap up experiments in lab

Download and save lab music

Organize lab computer. Buy a back-up drive to transfer lab data.

Submit manuscript

Organize lab stuff- throw keepsake tubes and other junk.

Empty apartment, clean up, hand over, go.

Three weeks to do all of this. :|

Chang is a new grad student who just joined our department earlier this year from china. He is a really unassuming kinda guy who is still polishing his english speaking skills. We had a hilarious little email exchange.

Me: Hi Chang, yes the futon is yours if you can haul it out of my place. It's heavy so bring some help.
Chang: Thanks, tgfi. I will bring some big boys and come to your apt, bldg G, right?
Me: (ROFLMAO) looking forward to it, Chang. It's G404.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Flight of fancy

I have always been very fascinated by planes, and wished to be able to see one up close and personal, and examine their innards. Some of this craving got satisfied when I was a little curious kid flying with my parents and the pilot overheard my questioning and offered to give me a peek into the cockpit (that was years ago, I am sure it wouldn't be possible now). More recently, my sis took me to the wonderful Air and Space museum in Washington D.C and I all but swooned. But imagine being able to touch and feel a real Boeing 737, right in the middle of the street? Apparently the folks at Chembur had the good fortune.

Link from this really funny blog who in turn got it from this funny guy.

I seriously wish I were there!

Saturday, May 05, 2007

What next?

I am going to Philadelphia! My second round of post-doc interviews went very well, after the Boston disappointment - I was nervous and not sure what to expect. My Boston trip had gone great as far as I could tell, but I still didn't get the job I wanted. I interviewed in Philly and D.C, in 4 labs- all excellent labs doing very good work. I think the best part of these interviews was getting put up in plush hotel rooms :) After years of student housing life and staying in youth hostels while traveling, it was such a fun feeling to be put up in fancy places and be actively recruited. I also knew it was the only time I could enjoy that before returning to the life of a poor post-doc, so I quite enjoyed it.

Some associated rants and tales: When I landed in Philly on a cold wintry night having just gotten out of teaching and taken the last flight out of here, my old friend M met me at the airport, and brought along with her some of her trademark rasam-rice and dahi-rice that I have missed eating ever since she left town. M and her hubby dropped me to my hotel and showed me the way around there that I would take the next day to the lab. Such a warm reception in that cold city made me feel good already. So I sat in my fancy hotel room and relished M's food, practiced my talk one last time and went to bed, I had several busy days ahead.

The first lab I interviewed at in Philly, was a really nice group and the P.I seemed really nice too. They work on a "model system" - i.e a well studied system and I envy how many tools and resources they have at their disposal to answer questions. When I presented my work, there were several interesting questions, and then the P.I said "well, I don't see why you needed to do all this when you could have just done a. b. and c". What he did not realize (or may be I didn't explain well enough) was that a, b, and c are a matter of ease for model-systems, but not for non-model organisms which are experimentally much more intractable. It is also possible that he was testing me to see how well I could defend my work- and defend I did, but I am afraid I came off as "defensive". But it always bothers me when folks take things like that for granted, and don't recognize that not all systems have it that easy. Ah well. I wrote a bitter email to my boss that night and she wrote back and said I had made a good argument, and to stay cool. But I did realize that I need to work on my responses and body-language when in a professional setting.

The next day I interviewed at the second lab in Philly and gave the "exact same" presentation. These folks also worked on the same model system, but they actually "got" my work. It was so nice to see that I had made it through and they fully appreciated the nitty-gritties of my work and were not blase about it. I went on to D.C and had equally good interactions there, and came home tired and exhausted after the long trip and trying to sort all those variety of ideas and projects I had been exposed to over 4 days. Soon after, offer letters came from 3 of the 4 labs! I was now in a position to choose.

After much deliberation, researching with past members of the labs, consulting my profs, senior friends, indulging in excel spreadsheet obsession and assigning weights and scores to all possible parameters, I went with my gut and chose the second lab in Philly. :) I am very excited about moving systems in a big way, and all the new stuff I will learn and get to do, still sticking to a field of science that has always been closest to my heart. :-). I will also be closer to my sis, my friend M and two other really close friends there. The city has a lot to offer and I can't wait to go and start exploring. Yeah, I do feel bad that I won't get to hang out with this friend as I earlier was excited about, but we will be close enough to meet every once a while, yes? :-)

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Yet another writing rant part II

contd. from part I- i just split this because it was so long...

If you're a chronic procrastinator like me, you then realize that this time you just can't procrastinate. There is no way out! It can get stifling, when you don't have the luxury to procrastinate, and that pressure makes it all the more harder to be productive, ending in a vicious cycle. At that point, it might do you good to find someone like this guy, with an exceptional capacity to nag, and give him your phone number, voluntarily. He will call you every hour, and bug you, and push you when you feel like quitting. He will ask silly questions like "so, where is the bottleneck?". He will ask you other idiotic questions like "so what page are you on?" and then ask that same idiotic question after two hours. You want to kill him, and you may end up hating him, but the thesis will get written.

Finally, I'd be lying if I said there weren't moments I actually enjoyed it. Researching about your favorite subject, putting things together and rediscovering that nice thread that connects it all is quite satisfying. It's a fine line between getting lost and distracted into papers you can keep reading about, endlessly, and staying focussed on your work and achieving the set target. But with a good amount of goading, both from within and from external forces, you can make it. The good bit was, that all my chapters went through just one round of corrections from my advisor, who had plenty good things to say about my writing. Clearly, I had made a lot of progress since the last time. Her affirmation meant a lot and pepped me on to whip things into shape.

The final hard part is then letting go, telling yourself that it's done and ready to be submitted. Since the thesis is your baby, you can't but want to make it that perfect piece of literature anyone has ever written. "Words on paper" was an article Abi had linked on his blog a long time back (there are a lot of gems there on his blog under Higher-Ed Advice) and I constantly visited that page in my last few days- to tear myself away from the obsession of perfecting what I had and just turn the damn thing in. It is true, the best dissertation is a done dissertation, but the fact is not easy to grasp while you're in the situation. There was a lot of drama before I finally turned my thesis in. The day before the thesis was due to my committee, I still had a good bit of work left on it, and was totally unready to call it finished. The sleepless nights, bad food, and stress all came together and I got terribly sick. When I was not throwing up or rehydrating myself, I was lying down and fixing errors in my tables and figures. I had almost decided to call it quits- but then told myself that I was really close, and if I didn't do it then, I would have to go through this hell all over again- and that I didn't want. So the next morning, as I sat at home making final corrections to each chapter and emailing them to my advisor, she and my lab-mate were making five copies of each chapter, setting them out on the table, taking color printouts of the figures and inserting them wherever necessary. I reached the lab that noon with five copies of my thesis organized in separate folders and ready to be handed in to each committee member.

That is how, ladies and gentlemen, TGFI wrote her thesis. 4 years of work, 150 pages, and a lot of outside help. I tried to clock the number of hours that went into it, but it's hard to tell- a lot of what I wrote was things I have been always thinking about, so it's not like I sat and spouted it all in one go. On the other hand, I needn't have gone through as much stress had I started earlier and been more organized. A lot of people actually enjoy the whole process of writing and it ends up being their favorite phase of grad school life. So I am sure it's possible to go through this without as much misery as I did, and I would strongly recommend starting early to anyone who wants to enjoy the process, quite confident that I never have to do this again and practice what I preach. ;)

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Yet another writing rant part I

So now that I have already blogged about the outcome, this rant may not evoke as much sympathy (or happiness, if you're this person). However, the true ranter has to let every rant see the light of the day, albeit belatedly, or else it will keep festering inside. So, kind readers, please bear with me ( or, enjoy, if you're "that" person. :-))

I ranted here about what a bitch writing was. That was my first experience. The second time round, writing the thesis, it was a bit better because I had one published paper that was proof of my capability and I knew what was expected of me. That was about it. It still didn't simplify things any whenever I was faced with a mountain of literature, and a barely filled in outline. The same writers block would freeze up my mind and words refused to make an appearance. The same paralytic effect would take over, and the same urges to do everything else except actually write would overwhelm me. This page had some useful tips on how to deal with writers block and I followed some of their advice.

For me the hardest part about writing the thesis was putting all that work in a finite number of pages. In many ways it's just a bit hard to accept that all that you did is going to fit in a book. After all, there were several leaked gels before you poured that perfect one, several recalcitrant bugs before you learnt to discipline them, several false positives before you found your true hero. You do document the several conditions that you tried and the one final one that worked, but mostly what stand out are the pretty pictures and the stories behind them. The sloppy gels and bombed transfections stay in your notebook, accompanied by a sad smiley. I think I just found it difficult to come to terms with my four years of work being condensed into 150-odd pages, and that turned out to work as a huge psychological block in actually getting to it.

I have actually "written" most of my thesis - i.e. put pen to paper the old fashioned way and scrawled over pages. I found that that helped me clarify and distill my thoughts before I transcribed them onto word. It also helped to look at these notes and revise them while on the bus, in the middle of teaching, etc. I also made use of this mind mapping tool to organize my thoughts - something I've found very useful over the years while preparing talks, posters or writing. When things get into a somewhat decent pace, there's the whole "stand back and look at the big picture" bit, that your advisor will keep reminding you. It is not easy to do, especially when you are deep in the throes of your work, writing it all in gory detail. There is no room to stand back, you're so into it. But that's a learned art, like most anything else. Of course, in an ideal scenario, you would've started this process many months in advance, and you have the time to actually write a few pages, sleep over it and revisit it the next day. In non-ideal scenarios (like mine) you just do it. There is no other way. You tell yourself that if you don't do it now you never will. And I think it is true. A friend told me some alarming statistics about the huge population of Ph.D students called "A.B.Ds" - All But Dissertations- students who've done everything except write the damn dissertation, and end up languishing in grad school for years together, or just quit eventually. I can totally see how that could happen. The amount of loathing and hate that I generated in myself about the writing process, the more I put it off, it would only get worse. I told myself that and it helped to scare the daylights out of me and get some real work done.

to be contd...yeah it's not over!

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

In response



Ever since I saw this it was haunting me. I had made up my mind to go and bully the chef at the desi restaurant here to make me dosa, even though they stopped serving dosas on their menu. (I have been a loyal regular there, and he has made pongal a week after pongal just for me, and also puri-sabzi on my demand earlier). Only to find out, much to my shock, that the restaurant closed down a couple weeks ago! Without any notice. It was one of the sadder things I'd heard.

So anyways, I ambled on, and that pic continued to haunt me. Finally on Friday, I got to take my friend to the airport and we got to go and pig out at a nice desi restaurant in the city. AAAAAAAH what bliss it was. And Sujatha, my dosa had masala too! :p