Thursday, March 27, 2008

w.o.m.m #14

OK am about to give up with this early to bed nonsense. It has me waking up at 3 am every night. Wondering what to do. Bad dreams. Allergies. Random aches and pains. I resort to the stupid laptop and that doesn't help the aches and pains. Or anything else, in fact. End up going to bed tired and cranky at wee hours of the morning. Therefore early to rise never happens!. AArgh. I'd much rather just go to bed at 3 like I did earlier.

I should get some exercise in the evenings. Or a nice hot bath.

One of the reasons I miss having close desi friends is to be able to freely ask for rides. I never thought twice about asking my desi friends for rides and they never made a big deal about it. On the other hand, with non desi friends, such as S, no matter how close we were, asking for a ride was a non-trivial matter. Heck, I still remember how S's own boyfriend balked from picking her up from the airport just because he didn't want to drive that far. I offered without thinking twice, and she was always so grateful about it.

And I will admit it, I miss the potluck dinners too. My non-desi acquaintances/friends here would rather I cook while they contribute by paying for the ingredients or something, just because they like indian food so much and well, pasta and baingan bhartha are not the best combinations ever. I enjoy cooking for a group of people, but can't be the only one doing it all the time, and really, can't even entertain the idea of them paying for raw material. That is so..pardon me.. american! I also don't like cooking in other peoples' kitchens.

I did one of the lists on my to do list finally today/yesterday. What a relief.

The chasm between me and some old friends just gets deeper and deeper. I cannot pull off a phone call for even five minutes now with some, before the "what else"
and "Aur batao" shit makes an appearance. Drives me insane. Is it just me? I mean, how interesting are my stories about my latest dumpster diving adventures and social networking or cell culture anyways? And from their end too, its the same shit different day story. Just like they cannot relate to my stories, I cannot understand marital discord and the wish to have a baby in the same breath. Much irritation comes. Overall I think my tolerance has just gone down several notches over the years. And that is not a good thing.

I was getting a bit tired of my self-imposed guards and inability to trust people. It is so restrictive. Frustrated at my inability to just let go and have myself a bit of fun without getting too hung up on things or my overactive self-defense mechanisms kicking in. In retrospect, I think its a good idea to recognize my vulnerabilities for what they are and go about life accordingly. If that is who I am, that is who I am. There is no need to conform to a particular idea of fun if it is not fun for me, right?

Stop this stupid blabbering at 4 effing AM and go and sleep, TGFI!

:( sigh. I will try to count sheep now. I really have to get to the lab early tomorrow.

97 comments:

sd said...

I so totally identify with this post!

1. I have woken up at 3 am very, very often frustrated at my inability to sleep. Have you noticed that this happens more, when there is an early morning meeting to attend - The advantage, I suppose I have, is that I do not have to be at school to get work done....

2. I have realized that late nights screws up with my eating pattern - so I am desperately trying to sleep early.... somehow working all night was OK as a grad student....

3. I miss desi friends a lot. Nowadays I spend a lot of time watching movies/reading, which is fine, except that both are additive habits. Except for a couple of friends, I make phone calls only when some one has changed a job/got married/had children etc, so that there is enough conversation material!

4. I really do miss cooking for a group of people - In my lutom there was a time when approx 10 people (aka roomies, desi lab mates of roomies, Girlfriends of roomies etc) all ate at my place!

tgfi said...

Have you noticed that this happens more, when there is an early morning meeting to attend

OMG yes! so true. sigh

sepulchritude said...

It really is a shame when you struggle to converse with people you've spent the most formative years of your life with, and who have moved past the academic phase. Who gives a damn about what unspeakable act an electron performed on a hole in some shady corner of a molecule?

The Dreamer said...

In a fit to wake up early,
She ended up becoming surly,
Waking as she did with bad dreams,
Surely filled with huge screams!!

(To be continued... preferably by others)

gradwolf said...

"...can't even entertain the idea of them paying for raw material. That is so..pardon me.. american!"

haha. thats so..true! you touched familiar chord there!

about the chasm, "aur bataos" and "nothing much", it only reminds me of the people at subway, when they keep saying "what else" after each order....

Trust me, its not just you...


--

Adithya

The Dreamer said...

She can never ask for a ride,
Without feeling a little guilt inside,
Oh, but for a desi friend,
On whom she could just depend!!

(quality getting a bit worse)

Sakshi said...

Ok, who is this lame poetry pouting person! Pliss to ban.

I actually got used to my non- desi friends buying food and expecting me to cook (and they cleaned). I actually learned to like the deal. I got to cook new recipes I read, had bakras to eat them and did not end up with 5 helpings frozen in freezer coz I forgot to cut down on the recipe. So let your Desi guilt go!

I miss friends. Desi never meant as much to me.

I like the fact that I need to sleep less. Yes! I can sleep at 2 and wake up at 6 :P Its the coffee. Switch, I say :P

And you can call me. I have new stories each time. So what if they are all imaginary.. hehehehehe

The Dreamer said...

(woken up from trance caused by previous rhymes and takes a break)

@Sakshi:

Ban gaye hai hum aapke bhi fan,
But please karon na humko ban,
Banado humare bhi ye khana,
Humko bhi aata hai clean karna....

P said...

Tried the 'early to bed, early to rise' few times. Doesn't work for me either. My policy is 'late to bed late to rise'. Luckily my adviser doesn't care when we go to lab. He is happy as long as things get done.

Drenched said...

Aati hai pottery humein bhi,
ijaazat toh dein aap lajjo jee,
dikha denge ki hum hain smart,
topple karenge DeepThought's shallow "dreamer" ka cart!

the dreamer said...

(Phinally much fun)

I returned from the rain drenched, (coincidentally true)
To find the challenge firmly entrenched,
But I ask who cares who is the smarty,
All I want is for more to join the party!!

Drenched said...

Won over by the dreamer,
Drenched withdraws her slur;
decides to join this bard
even if her rhymes and meter are marred.

Drenched said...

@Sakshi:

kar nahin sakte shaayeron ko ban
yehi hai blogger ka plan
humaari aawaz nahin koi daba sakta
hum gaate hain sacchi blogging ki gaatha

Janefield said...

wah wah, kya blog hai!
its filled with drenched dreamers and bollywood wives
the blogging host loves her cup of chai
and unhesitatingly shows off her set of knives

TGFI loves to cook
her faithful fans read her blog inside out like a book
her fascinating life is so filled with rants
which lately is about how keen she is to get into hrithik's pants!!

The Dreamer said...

I welcome my new desi friend, (yesh yesh.. gotta tie it back to post;) )
Together we start a new trend,
To form a community that is peace loving and sane,
And imagine a world without Bush and Hussein!!!

Janefield said...

the world might be minus a saddam hussein
but m.f. hussain still drives the rest of the world insane

The Dreamer said...

(Namaste to janefield ji)

TGFI's life is filled with such hairy tales,
And off course the hint of an history with males,
All of it comes into her rants,
Inbetween all her other wishes and grants...

Janefield said...

pottery rules and rules of pottery,
who says a poem's gotta have 4 lines to be a lottery?

The Dreamer said...

(Muttering that Janefield is too phast but then she writes only two lines)

Jane puts all of us in a fix,
So we woe to write a poem that doesnt end until line six,
But then at line three,
We sign a decree,
That there will be no fines,
No matter the number of lines!!!

Janefield said...

heylo dreamerji!

/waves in beauty pageant style and beams :D

are you calling TGFI "hairy"??
boy, o' boy, are you in for a scaree :P

and then my newfound friend,
you elaborate on her grants you say,
they're more like grunts in the hay
once she gets here, its gonna be blue murder in the day!

Drenched said...

Janie's pottery hai thoda hatke
as she's smitten with TGFI's latke-jhatke;
Dreamer and I don't want to intrude
but it's our duty to peek, dude.
So, pliss to pardon and continue
And we two will just write verses on that view.

With these lines, a record Drenched creates
And thus crosses wisdom's gates.

The Dreamer said...

In this world of movers and shakers,
And another whole bunch of fakers,
Does it take a MF Hussain
To make you feel insane??

The Dreamer said...

Aaj karo maaza,
Kal kaato saaza!!!

Drenched said...

Jis baat ka abhi TGFI ko pata nahin
Us baat se woh idiot khafaa nahin
Kal ki kal dekh lenge
Aaj toh hum DeepThought mein khelenge-koodenge

Janefield said...

crushes on bloggers or bollywood heroes,
one ultimately ends up just counting the zeroes

pottery at 3 am on a fellow insomniac's blog
ain't that enough to drive you insane when you ought to be sleeping like a log??

The Dreamer said...

As we all clap,
Lets hope none of us takes a nap.
For the record might be yours,
But it wont stay for years.
For here I come onto the floor,
With a poem that hopes to have more.
But right now, I have writer's block,
And I look for inspiration at my sock!
All it does is stare back,
And I realize there is something I lack!!

Janefield said...

dreamer, your pottery rocks!
really! it does, it totally knocks my socks off!

drenched, your lines are awesome,
hindi or english, neither lingo for you is cumbersome!

i applaud my fellow shayers tonight
shall we head over to TGFI's for a bite?

Janefield said...
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Drenched said...

Janie, it's just 2
Is your clock gone cuckoo?
Dreamer, sod the silly block
Don't put your pottery in the dock
United and ready, we must be
For TGFI's impending anger frenzy

The Dreamer said...

Yup... was fun guys... Phir kabhi karte hai?? ;)

The Dreamer said...

(Perks up and listens to drenched... who has to work anyways)

Three might have been fun,
But two is not a number we shun!!

Drenched said...

Janie, TGFI is at work
There, she won't let us poets lurk
I, for one, shall stage a dharna
to place DeepThought higher in blog varna.

Janefield said...

drenched, my dear,
waqt ho do ya teen baje
raat to kat rahi hai bina waje waje!

kya humra naya dost, dreamer, doob gaya hai sapne mein?
ya phir dhone gayein hai socks apne?

Janefield said...
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Drenched said...

(Grins at the couplet)

From now, in two's we shall dream
And make the drenched playgrounds gleam.

Janefield said...

blogger is performing duty double,
publishing my comments twice and causing me such trouble!!
dustbin dibba i have to hastily click,
if only i was away watching a chick flick :(

The Dreamer said...

All I do is day dream...
Of the day we are a team...
And we make the world our stage...
But right now we shall keep updating this page...

Drenched said...

Bahut karli shaayeri humne
Ab dekhne hain sunehre sapne
Toh keh kar dreamer ko ik alvida
Drenched chali hai neend mein gumshuda.


*takes a bow and steps out*

See ya tomorrow, guys! ;)

Drenched said...

On Janie's popular hmph-ing request
Drenched jumps back in with the same zest
Dekhna hai kya aate hain farmaan
Humne khol diya hai sone ke liya baandha hua saaman.

The Dreamer said...

I bid you a fond farewell,
And hope tomorrow we can spell,
Just as well as you can tell,
Even after TGFI finishes her yell!!

Bye guys... Kal ek baar phir mulaqat hogi... Hum, drenched, Janie, aur Bagpiper!!

The Dreamer said...

Ye hogi TGFI ki chaal,
Toh hone do comments double,
Na karo apne aap ko behaal,
And save yourself some trouble :)

Janefield said...

HAHAHAHHAA!!! that was fun :D

goodnight/good day, whichever part of the world you are in
dreamer, sirf bagpiper whiskey le aaiyo,
shotgun sinha ko ghar chodiyo!

drenched, you speak of gaining wisdom and hmph-ing in the same breath
to such lofty ideals does TGFI also aspire?
let's run outta here, before she makes us all perspire!

Drenched said...

Drenched ne baandha fir se saaman
Padh kar dreamer ka farmaan
Janie, ab tu bhi jaa kar so ja
Khatam kar de yeh random blah
Tomorrow once more we shall meet
And perform more potter-ic feats


Muahs to darling TGFI
Please don't let those sparks fly.


:D

The Dreamer said...

Ok... bye again... before another person gets back to say theres more left in the tank...

With promises to meet on the morrow,
We all split with sorrow!!

La vida Loca said...

cant remember if i commented..need sleep
like u

The_Girl_From_Ipanema said...

Ahem...
if i may say a few words?

sepulchritude,
shame it is.

gradwolf,
lol @ what else @ subway

sakshi,
oh, i am loving the poetry spouting! :)
its not so much guilt, i just don't enjoy it that way..i would gladly agree to barter cooking for cleaning, though.. :)
will call and listen to your not so imaginary stories this time ;)

p,
wait till you get out of grad school and are compelled to show up at a particular time! :)

dreamer, drenched and janefield,

not sure what i envy more
the great rhyming skills on display
or the good fortune of those
with so much time to fritter away

why wasn't i invited to this party i say!!

looks like much fun was had.. :) good work y'all! :)

vida loca,
you did not. :p its just that all my posts sound the same after a while ;)

confused said...

sb saale pagal hain yahan apar

Drenched said...

Shaayeron ko kaun nahin kehta pagal
Yehi hai duniya ki haalat aajkal
Instead of recognising our genius
Confused people make a silly fuss

Confused ji, don't call us crazy
Silent fan hai hum aapke bhi
;)

Drenched said...

@Tee Gee Eff Eye:

Envy us, oh, you must not
To kill boredom, it was a plot
Cordially invited you are too
To our talented pottery crew

The Dreamer said...

@Confused:

Some call us mad...
Others just consider us bad..
But we don't let the mighty get confused,
Just read and get amused!!

@T G F I:

Please consider yourself invited to the party,
Just come with loads of spontaneity,
Dont consider this as a plot,
We will always save you a spot. ;)

Ms Taggart said...

All my poetry at once... :)

Taggart ne poora poetry padha
Drenched, Janie & Dreamer ne jo kiya
Wish karti hain ki woh bhi likhe
lekin uske words, saale rhyme hi nahi karte

Dreamer, tum to awesome
Drenched bhi kam nahi hain
Jania ke baare mein to pata hi hain!
Ab mujhe bhi mil gaya hain inspiration

Taggart knows her poetry lacks rhyme
but woh takhegi nahi even if the clocks chime!

Bagpiper ke naam sunte hi hue Taggart ke kaan khade
Usko bhi party mein hazir hona hain
Pata hain usko, uski poetry sad hain!
Lekin woh try karegi din raat ek karke!

Confusedji, aise mat kahiye
hum aapke blog par bhi banayenge bhujiye
Jaise Drenched ne confess kiya
hum bhi hain aapke silent fan!

Drenched said...

Ise kehte hain sacchi devotion
Pottery lacks rhyme, not emotion

Confusedji, humein join kijiye
Pottery ko zara aur contribution dijiye

The Dreamer said...

First there were three,
Who were all free,
But today there might be more,
Who are coming to the fore,
Please consider this as an open invitation,
To anybody who wants to stop by this session,
For the more the merry,
And none of us are that scary!!

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The Dreamer said...

@Ms. Taggart:

I would try to reply in rhymes,
But there would be no such crimes.

Your emotions you so beautifully expressed,
In words that remain in TGFI's cyber land,
We blush at receiving your compliments,
But instead, we bow to your oratory skills!!

Lets meet over some scotch,
As you all remain on your night watch. :)

Janefield said...

heeeeeeeeeeeeeehawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

dreamer, you've been outed!! ahahahhahaha, gotcha! ;)

(i get the comments in my email alongwith the ids) :P

Drenched said...

Janie na do aise clues
aa rahein hai curiosity blues
humein bhi batao dreamer ka naam
dekhein toh sahi kismein hai itni charm

;)

tgfi said...

naam waam mein rakha hai kya,
dreamer to rahega dreamer, chahe bula do use gulaab ka fool,
main to gayi waapis to see akbar without jodhaa
karna jo hai hrithik pe drool

Drenched said...

Drool hee karti reh jaaogi tum
aur Hritik ho jaayega females mein gum
Direct action hee hai best
karo kisi tarah Hritik ke dil ka conquest

Drenched said...

About Dreamer's name we care more than two hoots
for a gulab ka fool is never the same as goosefoot
Toh ab bata bhi do uska shubh naam
aur de do is mystery ko anjaam


(These lines have been posted now
As internet had earlier said ciao
I've just dragged it back to my PC
so that I can continue my pottery)

v said...

drenched gave me the link to this string of poetry
i'm bored at work, so this helps me kill time
i was wrong when i said your poetry sucked as gravity
it's definetly worth more than a dime

The Dreamer said...

Okay clues... No answers...

We are no gulaab ka phool...
We are just another fool....
TGFI keeps telling people to see us...
But nice colors greet you when you come to meet us...

v said...

@The Dreamer,

you possess an inherent talent in poetry, as does everyone else here

what caught my eyes was scotch, you 'da' man let's get some beer

The_Girl_From_Ipanema said...

Friday is here
bring on the beer!
Can't start yet, thats a shame
Mid-day beer cravings: you drunk poets are to blame!

v said...

TGFI, i hear you crystal and clear
friday is never complete without beer
i'm counting down to happy hour
beer after beer with no cover

The Dreamer said...

Things will start getting into geer,
But it is not time yet for some beer,
The pottery session will indeed start with virtual scotch,
Just you guys wait and watch...

The Dreamer said...

@Tee Gee Eff Eye:
At 9:30 AM, you watch Akbar and Jodaa,
Maybe while burping on some soda,
Now we wont care a dime,
For your alleged lack of time. :)

v said...

time is always right to do what is right
beer or scotch, either is a delight
poets getting drunk will be an amazing sight
especially for people like me who avoid the spotlight

The Dreamer said...

Now that V is also in rhyme,
I think everything will turn sublime,
And there is no more fear,
You can have your beer...

v said...

TGFI will probably block us all out
for treating her comments space as our backyard
let's get her drunk first so she doesn't flip out
we can clear out the mess before it hits her hard

The Dreamer said...

That sounds like a plan,
In order to save our clan,
She expressed a desire to join our party,
And we will wait on for her majesty!!

Drenched said...

A warm welcome to dear V
I see that you've joined our party
Now, on the matters of scotch and beer
Kindly specify appropriate age here.

The Dreamer said...

In this tiny little webpage,
That we are trying to engage,
We started a trend that is going to be a rage,
And for the pottery, there is no age!!

v said...

TGFI, drenched, the dreamer and jane
let's party till the night spills into day
i'm heading out to get some daroo
the girls please make dum aaloo

v said...

@Drenched

age is just an integer
everyone is free to try anything here
but if the cops check for underage drinking
you might have to try some winking

The Dreamer said...

Coming to the US shatters the illusion,
It even leads to some confusion,
It doesn't matter how hard you can hook,
When the pappi pet calls, you still got to cook!!

The Dreamer said...

While some can drink daroo,
All we can do is think and rue,
Just like TGFI can't drink,
So too must I as we are in sync!!

Drenched said...

Sexist V, go take a hike
Presumptions about cooking, girls do not like
Kitchen work can go to hell
I, for one, shall simply grab a Falafel

Drenched said...

19 is underage in amreeka
but drenched is an indian chica
so, no fear of cops here
to glory, drenched shall drink beer

v said...

trust me people, if i cook, you'll forget what's food
but i meant no offense by asking the girls to cook
let us not start up a feud
to kitchen it is, i shall take a look

The Dreamer said...

Thats the thing thats good,
About desi food,
No matter how bad,
People's stomachs still get glad!!

The Dreamer said...

For a short break,
That I must take,
I leave the two of you,
To stick together like glue,
While I go get some lunch,
Don't let the pottery go through a crunch!!

The Dreamer said...

I can see things have gotten a little dull,
I wonder what is the reason for this lull,
Seems like the beer got to V,
Before the party was filled with glee!!

Drenched said...

the reason for this sudden lull
is drenched's muse, void and null
she's emulating Tee Gee Eff Eye
and retiring early to bed with a sigh

The Dreamer said...

We wish you a fond farewell,
We know your pottery is likely to excel,
And hence it is with a heavy heart,
That we shall now part!!

Good night and happy dreaming :)

confused said...

Someone buy me a beer tonight! What about fan log--at least the alleged ones? :D

The Dreamer said...

@Confused:

Did you come for the beer,
Even though you were not here to cheer?
Let us make just one thing clear,
The potters alone get the beer!!

The Dreamer said...

In order to look for some inspiration
To increase our already overflowing crimes,
I headed out in the search for some information,
To incorporate into our oh so silly rhymes!!

In UCLA they seem to have run in undies,
Screamed the news which meant to sensationalize,
And off they showed their thighs,
To anybody out there with open eyes!!

Ogle I did at those in bikinis,
Hell, I might have even offered them a round of martinis,
But as I can only see LA from afar,
All I can do is think about hitting the bar!!

A woman from the state of the lone star,
Had to go through experiences that are bizarre,
TSA just cut her nipple ring with a plier,
Before she could get into her flight to get higher.

No, no, she was not just eleven,
But all of thirty seven.
She termed this experience a nightmare,
And declared that everyone has to beware!!

Nearly all of us have an obese aunt,
The one we don't like to flaunt.
But this fat aunt's tale,
was too hairy and pale!!

Bedridden she neglected the two year old,
Who was left there as a result of momma so bold,
Yet termed too obese for jail,
Even with pleas for punishment, she will prevail!!

Back In India, they say they found a witch,
Whom they treated worse than a bitch,
Tied to a tree, she couldn't even scratch an itch,
While they all tried for the perfect pitch!!

While none dared to as much as snitch,
It was left to a journalist who was in his niche.
In Bollywoodish style, the cops arrive a tad late,
To find the woman in a really bad state!!

But now I have to wish you farewell,
And get back to where I dwell,
Before TGFI starts to yell,
I will come out of this spell!!

v said...

The Dreamer is on a roll and unstopable
contiune on, everyone agrees you're capable
beer has never ever gotten to me
actually, it could have if it was free
Drenched is probably having a pleasant dream
"wake up, Drenched!", the sun is soon going to gleam

Drenched said...

Mr. Dreamer, many thanks
For being a news bank
Had read no papers this week
But your effort finished my ignorant streak

Drenched said...

@V:
Drenched doesn't take orders
Least of all from a marauder
Risen and awake, finally I am
While you snore away in the land of Uncle Sam

Drenched said...

@Confused:
Free beer, thou shalt not seek
Into your pottery skills, give us a peek
Fan log will be happy and generous
And then shower you with your beer without a fuss

The Dreamer said...

@drenched:

Seeing you I wish I was all of nineteen,
When my life just had no routine,
I didn't care about the world around me,
And I used to enjoy life just like thee!!

drenched (too lazy to sign in) said...

@Dreamer:
Been long since I last enjoyed
Keynes has eaten into the time of Floyd
My rhymes are affected, you can see
Sunday morning and I'm still a bit groggy

The Dreamer said...

@Drenched:
That is quite a pity.
The time of Floyd will never return!!
I wonder in which sinful city
Do such attrocities 19 year olds learn??

Ms Taggart said...

Here it is, my quota for the day!

pata chala hain mujhe abhi
weekend par blog visit karna hain abhi
bagair mere loot rahein hain sab mazaa
aur itne saare potteries dekh kar lag raha hain yeh sazaa

@Dreamer
Janie se to lenge tumhara pata
Aur milenge zaroor hum for a drink
aur hojaungi main lapata
peeke madhoshi bhara pottery in a blink!

Hello Dear V
Nice to see another pagal in the party
Drenched, peene keliye beer
Age is not an obstruction, dear
(Obviously, the rhyming is copied from Drenched! :))

Pata chala mujhe abhi
ke sab ke sab hain desis
Lekin hain nahi yahi
isiliye chal rahein hain baatein khaana of desi!

Pilayenge zaroor hum beer, Confused
Rahein jo hum tumhare fan
Padhenge tumhare Retributions hoke bemused
Aur layenge liqor bhara ek bada sa van! :)

Gasp at the thought of Drenched being groggy
Wondering how she could lead the liqor police into nights so foggy
And have a hard drink
which led her to wake up on the brink! :)

the_Girl_From_ipanema said...

this is a test