My previous post was a long long time ago. And life has moved faster than I could ever imagine. I even got hitched! One month into married life, as maturity has set in, I have realized that the key to a happy married is accepting things the way they are, and that means accepting that she is always right. I shall now adhere to my dear friend's advice, Ram once told me to do a good job of what ever I do, even if the job is digging a hole for myself to bury in. So dig I shall.
As I mentioned earlier, I very recently entered the lair of married life. So curiosity about my life henceforth beckons me to ask a few questions to the experienced folks. And so for the rest of the bachelors who are reading this blog, do feel free to ponder over these questions before you take the plunge.
I always thought keeping clothes on bed and around me as a practical solution to keeping life's necessities handy. Does your better and significant other call it messy too? Do I have to stop emanating sounds and odors from all the important orifices in my body (In my defense, better out than in, right?)? Does digging your nose in public embarrass your significant other too (In my defense, it never embarrassed me before)? Are you folks forced to share your favorite dish in a restaurant with your significant other? Does she order the food you do not like, and she decides the same before asking you politely to share that with you? Siiiigh...will life be ever the same again?
I guess not. Because it just gets better.
I have a whole lot to learn about my significant other. Heck, I have a whole lot to learn about myself. But for one, I do know, she has a very good sense of humour, or so I shall hope if I am thinking of surviving this blog.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Friday, November 6, 2009
Back from India...
Thats me jumping by the Indian Ocean on Rishi-Konda beach at sunset. Well, there was something to jump about. My sister got married, I was with my entire family, and I had gained 6 lbs. Ofcourse, the jump would have been easier at the beginning of the trip when I was much lighter :-)
Click here to see some of the moments from this trip...
Click here to see some of the moments from this trip...
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Why we should lose our inhibitions, and why I cannot be a better person...
I ask myself often, am I someone who looks at my past, and blames it for not having a future? Am I someone who wants to live a life of regret saying, I should have done this, or I should have done that or I could have...and for a long time, I had my doubts on where I stand. However, I recently decided that I am not that person, for more often than not, I have pushed myself out of my comfort zone to feel what life has to offer.
Comfort zone, a word I have used and misused often. Manier times, I use that phrase as an excuse to escape doing something which I believe is not a part of me, and claim that I will not enjoy doing it. But I have surprised myself each time I have left my comfort zone, to embrace the reality, that there are things I enjoy, and there are those I do not, but I will know it only if I try it. I end up making a fool of myself a lot of times, and then there are times, I have seen myself become a one with the entity, which I thought were outside my comfort zone, and the comfort zone shifts.
The result is that I am much more closer to myself than I ever was. And I am pushing the envelope further with the desire to get to know myself better. There are characteristics about me I am not fond of, but I accept them as a part of me. Then there are attributes about me which I like, and I accept them as a part of me with the same intensity I accept things that I do not like about me. But, every attribute of me that I know so far, was discovered when I pushed the envelope. We, as humans, experience our limited world with what we see from our eyes, what we hear with our ears, what we feel on our skin, and tongue and nose. However, the mind, along with our emotions such as happiness, sadness, pleasure, jealousy, lust, and more, makes experiencing this world a much more human experience that does not have any limits. None of these emotions are good or bad by themselves. The feeling of contentment we get from helping someone out without expecting any thing back in return from them is as much of a feeling as the pleasure derived from swimming naked in water and letting the water caress our bodies. I have not run away from either of the feelings, but to discover that they both are a part of me needed me to lose my inhibitions, and push myself outside my comfort zone and give myself to it completely.
Yanno, I used to be the guy who would constantly try being a better person. Having failed miserably, I have realized that I cannot be a better or a worse person, since I am who I am. However, if I can know myself better, I can handle my emotions, my reactions, my relationships, my friendships, my social interactions, and finally myself better. May be that is what being a better person is, we shall know that in the fullness of time... :-)
Comfort zone, a word I have used and misused often. Manier times, I use that phrase as an excuse to escape doing something which I believe is not a part of me, and claim that I will not enjoy doing it. But I have surprised myself each time I have left my comfort zone, to embrace the reality, that there are things I enjoy, and there are those I do not, but I will know it only if I try it. I end up making a fool of myself a lot of times, and then there are times, I have seen myself become a one with the entity, which I thought were outside my comfort zone, and the comfort zone shifts.
The result is that I am much more closer to myself than I ever was. And I am pushing the envelope further with the desire to get to know myself better. There are characteristics about me I am not fond of, but I accept them as a part of me. Then there are attributes about me which I like, and I accept them as a part of me with the same intensity I accept things that I do not like about me. But, every attribute of me that I know so far, was discovered when I pushed the envelope. We, as humans, experience our limited world with what we see from our eyes, what we hear with our ears, what we feel on our skin, and tongue and nose. However, the mind, along with our emotions such as happiness, sadness, pleasure, jealousy, lust, and more, makes experiencing this world a much more human experience that does not have any limits. None of these emotions are good or bad by themselves. The feeling of contentment we get from helping someone out without expecting any thing back in return from them is as much of a feeling as the pleasure derived from swimming naked in water and letting the water caress our bodies. I have not run away from either of the feelings, but to discover that they both are a part of me needed me to lose my inhibitions, and push myself outside my comfort zone and give myself to it completely.
Yanno, I used to be the guy who would constantly try being a better person. Having failed miserably, I have realized that I cannot be a better or a worse person, since I am who I am. However, if I can know myself better, I can handle my emotions, my reactions, my relationships, my friendships, my social interactions, and finally myself better. May be that is what being a better person is, we shall know that in the fullness of time... :-)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A weekend in California...
This weekend, I was greeted with Shubhika's warm smile, and California's cool weather. Later, we met up with Waj, and headed out for a nice long weekend, which included food, a winery tour, wine and cheese tasting, more food, a visit to Lassen National Park with two hikes, and still more food, hanging out in San Francisco, and then some more food.
Here are some moments from the trip...
Here are some moments from the trip...
Monday, July 27, 2009
A week at Mt. Rainier
Here I am back in Austin, in this real world where I earn my keep that allows me to get back to the world where I spent most of last week. So we attempted to climb Mt Rainier last week. Did we make it to the top? No. Was the trip successful? Yes. In other words, we could not make it the top of Mt Rainier on our first attempt :-)
During the past 6 months, we had trained hard, pushing ourselves every week to carry lots of weight up the stairs, rocks, and rivers around Austin. The training gave us the will and energy to go beyond 10,200ft. During the training, we did not realize that attempting Mt Rainier was a race against time, and eventually, what we did not have, was the pace to reach the peak by 6:30AM, and the guides refused to take us beyond 10,200ft.
Standing over the rain clouds at 10,200ft on a clear sunny day feels unreal. Walking with a 50lbs backpack up a snowy mountain, however, feels very very real. So do the worn out legs, bruised shins, sore back, and the sun-burnt hands, nose and lips. Whether one makes it to the top or not, there are lessons to be learned and stories to be told.
Uploading the pics here
During the past 6 months, we had trained hard, pushing ourselves every week to carry lots of weight up the stairs, rocks, and rivers around Austin. The training gave us the will and energy to go beyond 10,200ft. During the training, we did not realize that attempting Mt Rainier was a race against time, and eventually, what we did not have, was the pace to reach the peak by 6:30AM, and the guides refused to take us beyond 10,200ft.
Standing over the rain clouds at 10,200ft on a clear sunny day feels unreal. Walking with a 50lbs backpack up a snowy mountain, however, feels very very real. So do the worn out legs, bruised shins, sore back, and the sun-burnt hands, nose and lips. Whether one makes it to the top or not, there are lessons to be learned and stories to be told.
Uploading the pics here
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
A week with Siena...
Sir Lancelot, a brave strong knight who guarded the king
Miss Poop-a-lot, a mild 60 pound friendly golden retriever
Her name is Siena, and she is the friendliest heavy weight golden I have ever met. I guess the friendly aspect comes from being a golden retriever, but this one is special. Last few days have graced me with the an opportunity to take care of my adviser's dog, Siena. She is mellow, patient, and very eager to please me. But lets head back to the part where I get enlightened about a dogs life:
* Get up in the morning, have a nice hot cup of coffee, take the news paper, and the rest should not be mentioned on a public blog. Apparently, fresh green grass has the effect on dogs what coffee has on us bipeds. A few blades of grass here and there, and no news paper needed, if you get my drift.
* The bigger they are, the more they poop. This one is big, trust me on that.
* All my t-shirts are layered with golden brown strands of hair. She aint the Goldilocks we read as kids. Either that, or Goldilocks was bald at the end of the year if she shed so much. And yes, pizza is disgusting then when you find golden hair in it.
* There is nothing much one can do if a grown golden retriever decides to sit in the middle of the road. And then, she starts looking at people with eyes so charming to melt coldest of hearts, people become patient, simply drive around us and give me a sympathetic smile.
Finally, they shed like crazy, and we clean up after them, spend tonnes of time and money on their medication such as fiber pills, vitamins, heart worm treatment, ear medication, allergies, and finally, we pick up their poop. Is it still rational to call them man's best friend? Siiigh...I question, but would do that all over again.
[Click on the picture to see more pics of Siena]
Miss Poop-a-lot, a mild 60 pound friendly golden retriever
Her name is Siena, and she is the friendliest heavy weight golden I have ever met. I guess the friendly aspect comes from being a golden retriever, but this one is special. Last few days have graced me with the an opportunity to take care of my adviser's dog, Siena. She is mellow, patient, and very eager to please me. But lets head back to the part where I get enlightened about a dogs life:
* Get up in the morning, have a nice hot cup of coffee, take the news paper, and the rest should not be mentioned on a public blog. Apparently, fresh green grass has the effect on dogs what coffee has on us bipeds. A few blades of grass here and there, and no news paper needed, if you get my drift.
* The bigger they are, the more they poop. This one is big, trust me on that.
* All my t-shirts are layered with golden brown strands of hair. She aint the Goldilocks we read as kids. Either that, or Goldilocks was bald at the end of the year if she shed so much. And yes, pizza is disgusting then when you find golden hair in it.
* There is nothing much one can do if a grown golden retriever decides to sit in the middle of the road. And then, she starts looking at people with eyes so charming to melt coldest of hearts, people become patient, simply drive around us and give me a sympathetic smile.
Finally, they shed like crazy, and we clean up after them, spend tonnes of time and money on their medication such as fiber pills, vitamins, heart worm treatment, ear medication, allergies, and finally, we pick up their poop. Is it still rational to call them man's best friend? Siiigh...I question, but would do that all over again.
[Click on the picture to see more pics of Siena]
Thursday, March 26, 2009
My car I am telling you...
It was blood and carnage I am telling you. Broken wind shields all over. Glass and ice balls all around. Siiigh...here is my dear loved madhumati :(
Keeping melodrama aside, I was driving...and then it started. It was interesting that I actually didn’t hear the window break. I felt a draft, and some twigs and leaves blew in. So I looked back and heck, there was no rear wind shield. The first thing that struck me was, “hey, its so clear without a wind shield”. A second later I realized what had happened. Then I looked ahead and the front was cracking. That’s when I hit the panic button and any one sitting beside me would have downright disowned me after listening to the obsceneties I was screaming out. Any how, made it safe to the parking lot, and a shower curtain (yes ,that was smart of me, thanks for the compliments) and lots of duct tape later, I settled into the night.
Keeping melodrama aside, I was driving...and then it started. It was interesting that I actually didn’t hear the window break. I felt a draft, and some twigs and leaves blew in. So I looked back and heck, there was no rear wind shield. The first thing that struck me was, “hey, its so clear without a wind shield”. A second later I realized what had happened. Then I looked ahead and the front was cracking. That’s when I hit the panic button and any one sitting beside me would have downright disowned me after listening to the obsceneties I was screaming out. Any how, made it safe to the parking lot, and a shower curtain (yes ,that was smart of me, thanks for the compliments) and lots of duct tape later, I settled into the night.
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