Back at home
Yoga, filter coffee and temples. And cooking, the exciting artistry of spices. I've been busy this summer. Its been a long and lovely escape (including two happy weddings!). Home was more than worth enduring 6 hour flight on a bus with wings pretending to be a plane. Now why would I do anything as inane as sit in front of a box and punch out words from on an ancient, stubborn keyboard? I guess its because I'm kind of gearing up to get back to school.
My oldest friend (as in the one that goes the longest way back) is now a Mrs... Now the aunties look at me and say " The next invite will be for your wedding. Ah, I remember when you from when you were this high", they smirk with pseudo nostalgic looks. I smile back and supress the urge to retch. But still, I have learnt a few things from all the wedding fever- I am determined that I will never have a wedding in Guruvayoor, which is like an Indian Vegas, and my wedding sari will have nothing to do with any shade of brown.
The monsoons came early this year, it's first raindrops were shot straight to my face by the whipping wind and woke me up on the long bus ride back to Coimbatore from Calicut. I took 2nd class public transport both ways across Kerala- to experience real life, after an overdose of the MRT and glittering malls in Singapore. All I can say is, I'll take my upper middle class bubble of AC three tier on all India trips hence forth.
Real estate prices are at an all time high here, in Coimbatore, so high, that there's nowhere for it to go now but downward. I can't be sure but I must be growing up, since this excites me considerably and I can't wait to get my own stretch of earth to erect my dream house on. I told this to my mom and she said that on the contrary, this makes me sound more young and stupid than ever before.
I made honors. Now, I can be a Bharatanatyam dancer and a scientist, like all those fancy Tamil Brahmin chicks. All of them have a heavily left brained job- surgeon, computer whizz, magistrate, electrical engineer (now employed at Infosys, were all employees get free buttermilk daily) plus an artistic career on the side, usually classical dancer or musicienne. Of course, I have no business saying things like that...but I've never met any tam-brahms who weren't multi talented. I know, I spent all my time in school competing with them. So yes, I'm in that league now, after all these years.
*Like it actually matters*
Esplanade is on the calendar this August. Unless Teacher decides to throw me out of the show since I'm extending my stay at home by another week. O well, you win some...There's also an art exhibiton thats scheduled for December for which I'll have to do some major homework before I finally settle on my piece. Life looks so exciting all of a sudden. And ocassionally, its even clear to me, how the story unfolds. I can't explain what I mean, not just as yet.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
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A bus pretending to be a plane??!! When i took a domestic flight this vacation, i was convinced it was a second class train coach (which the janitor forgot to clean) pretending to be a plane. For the first time in my life, i felt airsick!
And way to go!!! Esplanade performance!!! That is so cool! In a way it rocks to be a tamil brahmin chick eh? Wish i had been what you call a "typical" tamil brahmin chick. Never got into music or dance. I was in high jump :| :| Big fat deal!!!!!
hehehe...it is a big deal lo..
I see you got a haircut!I love it.. looks fab :D You look even taller now!
thanks!!! Short hair's always been my favourite! :D :D :D
FANCY Tam-Brahm chicks? You're ok rite? I mean... get a life- I dont care who throws what at me- but they are becoming the most lazy, insolent, adamant and rebellious creatures that I have ever seen.
There are always exceptions. always.
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