Archive for February, 2007

22-Feb-2007

February 22, 2007

The most annoying part about my issues is that I probably caused them myself, and now I’m not sure how best to resolve them. Don’t you just hate it when that happens?

By the way, one unintended benefit to coming to the US? Amidst all the work and play, I’ll still have time to get through a big chunk of my TV viewing. Let’s see exactly how much Star Trek: TNG a guy can watch without going insane…

I’m coming back (for a while)

February 22, 2007

I never thought I’d be coming back to the US so soon, but it’s true. In just over a week, I’ll be on my way back to the good ole United States. Granted, it’s only for two weeks. Still, it’ll be good to be back. In fact, my first order of business after landing in SFO will be to hightail it to the nearest Chipotle and get my super veggie burrito. Mmmmm….

In other news, ; Dad, Roshni and I have joined a week-long yoga workshop hosted by the same class that I went to for a few weeks, Fortunately, it’s at 6 PM, which makes it a much more reasonable affair. Let’s see if this helps me, because right now, I ain’t too thrilled about my fitness. My current excuse for not exercising more? I don’t want to wake up earlier, and after navigating the obstacle course that is Baroda traffic, all I want is to plop myself down at home and veg. I swear, even when I’m not driving, just travelling home is more mentally exhausting than the full day at work that preceded it.

Which leads to another rant. The Vadodara Municipal Corporation decided that they wanted to fix the roads in anticipation of the monsoon coming in 4 months. Great. Wonderful. But why in the name of all that is holy did they decide to fix ALL the roads AT ONCE? As it stands now, there is hardly a single road in this city that doesn’t have construction work being done on it. So roads are either dug up, or being modified, or both, and the daily commute has now become a guessing game of which path will provide the smallest headache. Factor in the perennial stupidity of Baroda’s fellow drivers, and it amounts to an exercise in pure frustration.

There’s other things on my mind, but I’m not sure how best to express them, and I’ve learned that continuing to say anything is a one-way trip to Foot-in-mouth Land. Still, I just wish there could be easy solutions once in a while. Not all the time mind you, but just often enough to make me feel better. Say… 50%. Maybe I should send God a note about it.

Good God!

February 15, 2007

This is the kinda shit that really bugs me in India. I mean, seriously. They need to start a “Stupid Police” program. A bunch of specially trained officers carrying large sticks. When people act stupid and inconvenience others, they get smacked by the Stupid Police. Of course, they’d probably need a better name, but I think the idea is sound.

A long weekend

February 15, 2007

Tomorrow is a day off from work ( Maha Shivratri ), so I get to enjoy the long weekend. My dad’s sisters (four of the remaining five) are in town, and they’ll be here till Sunday. Should be fun times ahead. And the TV viewing continues apace. For some variety, I’ve almost finished downloading Sex and the City Season 1. The first couple of episodes were amusing, and I’ve been told that they get better as the seasons go on. In the meantime, I’m also trying to get caught up on 24 , which I’ve been criminally negligent about. I should be able to watch the first episode tonight, and my goal will be to become current before I return to work on Monday.

That’s what I’m talking about

February 13, 2007

Now who would have a problem with this ? I mean, really?

Life continues apace. Still trying to work out the new business. Still in love. Still trying to deal with Baroda traffic. Ugh…

I knew games were good for you

February 8, 2007

What more can I say, really?

The TV watching is continuing, if not necessarily at the pace I’d like. At Roshni’s request, I’ve started downloading Sex and the City, Season 1. I’ve told her that I’ll take my time downloading the rest, because a show about four “empowered” women isn’t too high on my priority list, compared to the stuff I could be watching, like Cowboy Bebop , or Heroes (which is an amazing show, by the way. I love that tune with the female chorus humming).

Also, I really need to start finishing off Spooks . I have seasons 3 and 4, and they’re taking up way too much hard drive space. Maybe this weekend, I’ll get through a bunch of them.

I’m also going to try an experiment for the next seven days. Exercise every day, and sleep for at least seven hours every night. Let’s see if that’ll help me shake off this perennial sense of lethargy I’ve been feeling for about… ohhh… ten years now?

Finally, I’m back! (for a couple of months, anyway)

February 1, 2007

Mumbai was more fun than I expected:

– Roshni and I were asked to MC the Sangeet Sandhya , and we also ended up taking part in one of the dances ( Rock and Roll Soniye ). No problem, except the script was in Hindi. Well, the spoken words were Hindi, but the actual text was written in English. Turns out, that was for the best. After a few practice runs, Rosh and I did a pretty good job. The only slips were when we experienced technical difficulties, and there was a few minutes of dead air, due to neither Rosh nor I having prepared any filler material for just that eventuality. But people still liked it, though.

– Dad, Rosh and I looked at bathroom tiles and marble flooring for the new house. The most memorable part of that adventure was when dad got into somewhat heated discussions with other Rotary Board members regarding a meeting being called in Dad’s absence, to discuss the resignation (that was accepted, before the resignee tried to withdraw the resignation) of his Bte noire . In the end, they decided to have the meeting the day he returned. But it was a funny moment. Roshni was left selecting the tiles, dad was outside on the phone, and I was standing next to him, trying to listen in on the Rotary Club version of high school politics.

– Met up with Mona, which was a lot of fun. Granted, this was only the second time we’d actually met, but she’s a really cool person to talk to. It’s nice chilling with someone who can literally laugh about anything. We had the option of several restaurants, and settled on Desi Mickey D . Later, we did some rudimentary shopping, and I bought Roshni a nice kurti top, and myself an adventure game I’ve been waiting for. The number of games in India I need to play has now crossed 40, and I haven’t even plugged my PC in yet. Aiyiyi…

– Normally, I don’t enjoy wedding receptions. They consist solely of sitting around chatting with friends and family in a big hall (or outdoors), with poor quality Indian muzak playing over the speakers, and a stage up front where the “happy couple” is busy greeting and posing for photos with all the guests (one by one, of course). By the way, I shudder at the prospect of going through something similar at my reception. Standing for over two hours posing for pictures is not my idea of fun. Anyway, this one turned out to be more enjoyable due to the sheer number of family in attendance, especially towards the end when it was mostly family and close friends left. The most memorable sequence was when Raj (my 16 year old cousin) had the temerity to suggest that the Ghelani women were dominating. This was enough to get all of us laughing, when someone had the bright idea to let my mom and my maasi know. That’s when the real fun started. I was laughing so hard my cough started acting up again. ; And our table was so loud that every other table more or less stopped talking and just looked at us, wondering what the hell we were smoking, and probably hoping we’d share some with them. An enjoyably raucous end to a decent evening, with some delicious pasta being served.

– I hate early morning flights, especially when they’re less than 45 minutes long. I don’t mean late night flights at 2am, when you can stay up. I mean 6:30am flights, where you need to wake up at 4:30am, and still have to go to work at a reasonable hour. Yech…