Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Parting blues Trilogy –III

GPS guided vehicle of angelic family gave me a ride me to Duval chateau. After stuffing myself with dal and paranthe, I drifted off in a long slumber. The following day commenced with the exotic Koreans where the cuisines with raw vegetables and tofu (fat less cheese) were brought to the fore and my poor rumbling stomach found it excruciatingly difficult to take it in .It was only after coke was served that I was able to finish it off.

This was followed by a drive to Baton Creek mall where seniors shopped for clothes and I took a place at the nook gazing hotties. It laid out quite an eye candy vista and temperature is inversely proportional to length of attire as foresaid by luca seemed quite relevant out here.

Everything here is oversized, huge stadiums, huge conveyance and huge stout people. It appears that they have same picks for foods too with huge pizzas and large beverage glasses .Immense blank spans give them the prospects for making malls with horizontal skylines as to vertical ones in India.

Jet lag conferred me a brief siesta after which we planned to play poker and invited some Indian junta at our place. You would be wondering if I know how to play, yeah I learned that day itself. It was a fun that I missed during last days of my Roorkee when all second floor junta was fully engrossed in to it day and night but then its good in other way that I didn’t get the worm of it as it would have deprived me of all the cycling trips and bakar sessions.

I strolled towards the campus in the night companied by a senior who showed me the civil lines of the Austin campus -Guadalupe lane where every eating joints of very kind of cuisine are available ranging from Mexican to Thai. Austin tower brought reminiscences of the ECE tower but unlike the ECE one which could never be used for any purpose other than unfurling banners in the fests, thanks to the army guys in the neighborhood; the Austin tower is home to many admin offices out here. American football stadium forms the tallest skyline among all concrete structures with a capacity of 80 K supposedly filled with deafening hoots and shouts when the season starts in October.

I was involved in clearing off the registration bars all the week with movie sessions and ice cream specials, movie nights and free pizzas seasoning the draggy routine. This week would be wounded up in adjusting in newly shifted apartment and settings all things up. I would be stuffed with the routine of classes and home works from next week onwards after this 3 month long hiatus. Again a long semester to endure.

PS: For non-roorkee junta -> civil lines is the only market just outside the college in our Roorkee.

PPS: Suggestions for the title of new post are welcome.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Hook ‘em horns

A welcome orientation session was coiffed for the new international students at the union ball room today, name sounds romantic but unfortunately it was not a student dance party where you could rock 'n' roll with your arm candy, may be in times to come yeah.

It started with the people from different nationalities standing up one by one and getting them acquainted. Incidentally, the place sounded like a real cosmopolitan society with people from every nook and corner; even Europeans held a decent percentage very unlike as I anticipated it to be Korean Chinese and Indian mix. This is followed by sessions on all alphabets of OpenResourcesAdjustmentNew Gettting involvedExcellence (the color of our texas long horn steer Bevo with which we UT folks identify our self with) .Some interesting questionnaire prevented us to catch some ZZZ's like who took the longest time to reach Austin, who is from hottest/coldest place, whose family name is shortest :Chinese 2 letters and longest: Srilankans 21 letters OMG :D. I being an unlucky chap had nothing special to grab a T-Shirt or coffee mug.

The session got its finale with the playing of the school song "The Eyes of Texas" with all of us doing Hook 'em Horns followed by a Pizza party at REC sports complex. It is the slogan and hand signal of UT. The gesture is meant to approximate the shape of the head and horns of the university mascot, steer Bevo.

All the livelong day.
The Eyes of Texas are upon you,

You cannot get away.

Do not think you can escape them
At night or early in the morn -

The Eyes of Texas are upon you
Til Gabriel blows his horn.

Sing me a song of Prexy,
Of days long since gone by.

Again I seek to greet him,

And hear his kind reply.

Smiles of gracious welcome
Before my memory rise,

Again I hear him say to me,

“Remember Texas’ Eyes.”

PS : Apologies for digressing from the trilogy.Will get back to it soon.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Parting blues Trilogy – II

Gate 1 carved out an inconspicuous veil between me and my family in a spur of moment. This one mo was severe to live on but then I had to move on (long queue guys: D), life goes on.

The surdi guy gave me a boarding pass to land on lands of amrikaland .After a couple of phone calls from the plane , I winged from dilli on the back of lufthansa . The good thing about travelling form orient to occident was that it remained day all throughout the journey as I hopped on the plane early morning. It felt like I was just browsing through live Google earth from the top. Sometimes, sea seemed to dominate the skyline for miles around in all directions and then patches of knobby mountains or buildings came up with a stunning backdrop to the scene. Just then on spur of the moment, the veil of clouds blanketed everything for a while. These successions rendered an interesting natural vista worth clicking photo shots to have a sojourn in this memory lane sometime later and remember the first jaunt to USA. Egyptians just made pyramids to uphold the human bodies unscathed but Joseph Nicéphore Niépce got a better idea to come up with camera to preserve human memories unscathed in all manifestations.Its only memories which dont loose vigour and tones even after million years .

Even small sour weirdo uttapams and bitter sambhar seemed like ambrosia when groovy German damsels waited on me and asked for drinks in a genteel style. A nice movie archive with latest collection provided another option to fritter away some time when clouds shrouded the scene outside. The halts in Frankfurt and DC made the journey irksome and hotties with short knickers just covering their derrieres was the only booster for the worn out jet lagged soul. Paid Wi-fi on airport ruled the option to while away the time browsing and chatting which paved the way to start the first post of trilogy.

Meeting an Indian family on the way paved the way for the missing jigsaw of my itinerary and I was offered a drive till my seniors place in a GPS activated car with a free dinner: D. Huge roads, no traffic congestion and intelligent cars make the drive much more idyllic. The best part here is that surroundings are kept as natural as they could be while carving out whole transportation infrastructure with all natural crest and troughs on the roads.

PS: Hope to complete the trilogy by next week.

PS2: surdi -> sardar I meant; got d slang from Austin Indian community :D

PS3: Amrikaland -> got d idea from Deutschland name.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Parting blues Trilogy - I

Things were going so chirpy perky for the last 2 months as anything one day, I was left pinching myself in disbelief that I had been leaving after a week.

So this whole affair of au revoir has fetched in grief and rendered my thorax dysfunctional for the whole week .Eventually I have flown and sitting down here beside the huge glass window basking in the sun rays of Frankurt dawn to blog down my experiences of parting.

It formally started off with my one day jaunt to alma mater which was kind of a fill in for earlier plan. Previous plan for R-Land cum Badrinath shrine got hay wired when all of a sudden the connecting bridge break danced in the torrential rains.

Embarked on the last journey to R-Land before leaving India, I started off with my cousin in the morning visiting the family goddess temple situated in the hearts of a village located on foothills of Shivalik ranges. A sense of serenity settled in watching the lush green fields basking in the sunshine and people involved in paddy planting. Unswayed by the gadarene city life, serenity prevailed everywhere with harum-scarum kids running tires with a stick in their hands. I always wonder if I had a home in village where I could come to spend my vacations. Eventually we reached the temple and somehow goddess prophesied an easy pass without holding us off in long queues which is kind of usual in Hindu shrines. We spent quality half an hour in the lawns of the temple and then headed towards R Land.

Déjeuner with luca nd C.RED pumped up energy in the exhausted spirits and we steered off towards R campus. There is something about going back to familiar lands and squeamishness. I felt like I have just returned from another vacation to the consecrated R Land for a new start again. I felt like going to S-31 and again settle down in my room with chirping elec mec junta on the floor. Same calls for bhupi soup magi layo,bhupi ek ban panga ,ek poha,parantha, it was like past flashing back and all reminiscences of long bakar sessions with smarty and casual visits to skinny’s room on the way to wee-weeing. Then I met my juniors and OT dude in nescii, the only eating joint of our campus. Then principessa companied me to our favorite (smarty’s especially) hangout of the last sem CCD and all memories of chapos and cricket matches came back. I longed for a breath of constancy in the gale of change.

Dance class also rendered a lot of memories to last for a life time. My instructors and friends arranged a surprise tea party and gave me farewell presents with extended photo sessions followed by a play shoot me acting as a victim of a rape from an 8 yr old culprit. It gave me reminiscence of my embarrassing ragging incident where I was supposed to act as a pregnant girl in front of the hostel warden and persuade him for room allotment in a hostel being unable to commute everyday .A blot on my character made it hell difficult to convince I being spoiling others and then shortage of rooms was another constraint. It turned out to be interesting being the whole senior group sitting in the garden and me acting with one of my batch mate turned warden.

Hence came the last day when my family including cousins companied to see me off at the airport, visiting my cousins living on the way and last photo clicks with them. A feeling of emptiness crept in w.hen I was entering the gate number 1 of IGI airport.

PS: Acknowledgements to principessa to come up with an idea of trilogy. Seemed appealing at the first place.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Soup of sensations

God gave art as a contraption to mortals which not only hold reveling but a therapeutic touch too. Art is a conveyance for each emotional reflection of our self. It soothes your inner and acts as a vent for stress. Percussionist beat the drum sticks to alleviate d tensions, painters wid sketch board nd brush, dancers perform rhythmical movements to musical accompaniment and we bloggers pen down our emotions as my fellow blogger principessa mentioned in her recent blog.
“Onion soup sustains. The process of making it is somewhat like the process of learning which requires commitment, extraordinary effort, time, and will make you cry.”
Emotional vegetables are cooked in d pot of life. Lots of new sees and receives season it regularly to attune its taste. The final flavor depends upon how and how much seasoning was done which depends on how sportingly the situations were handled.
Life is like finding missing pieces of the mosaic; the pattern of which is settled on by the environs we sustain in. Our ideology of life is molded from what we hear from people around us .Reading from great men can fill up the absence of intelligentsia in surrounds. That was my greatest motivation of leaving DCE and gearing up for JEE preparation once again. De facto, being wid d best can drastically modify from what we are. I am very unlike school time anish after all these college years. From various go through wid peers I switched from idealistic to a more practical way of life.From acquirement of haute couture to career goal setting, I have learnt many things from friends and seniors.
Once again a transition comes ; I have to pack my satchels for a new tryst with destiny. This time it’s different. I have to leave my home, friends and parents behind and look forward to the debut of the new life where the protective shed of my parents doesn’t exist anymore. A feeling of hollowness creeps in somewhere which has be filled wid being independent soon. There will be no more leg pulling from smarty, no bakar sessions wid ot & mota and no more strolls wid skinny. All the memories seem distant and sealed up in d can of college batka zindagii.
This every day roster of packing seems interesting. Everyday a new one pops out of nowhere leading me wid bro to alleys of Sadar Bazaar or Chandigarh sometimes. Rain adds fun to this shopping affair these days. It’s sunny and then suddenly it looks like one of those Mordor scenes from Peter Jackson's LOTR with a wall of melancholy clouds covering up every bit of the sky .The belching clouds with lightening strikes soak us to the core .When the drenched bodies feel chilly gales, it’s amazing. I am really gonna to miss these dazz finishing in a week.Dancing and keyboards will be replaced by pens and books again .
Poster le Manuscrit: Enjoy the life to d fullest learning different lessons as it comes to you.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Shades of merriment

Life comes with multifarious shades as reads out my blog name. Sometimes it’s really fagging and unfruitful. You convince yourself that all of life’s beauty has been sucked out but then you feel so colourful, so livening happens that you wish you could share it with the whole world .Mine also acquired all sorts of nuances all these times .Eventually it got revel tinge with my admit offer from UT.

This tinge got fully injected in spirit since my jaunt in chilly winds of rishikesh. I started off from Roorkee in fractured bus wid smarty and skinny which finally landed after 4 hours. Devouring italiano pasta, pizza and pan cakes made worn spirits more drowsy but phlegm at last gave in to fervor wen jests from smarty enlivened our spirits. Aroma of booze opened up d long closed vent of restrained skinny’s heart and his slackened tongue finally gave in d most awaited privy details. All missing links fell in to place and skinny was admired for his guts at last.

We did clicks in many amusing poses to can the memories of our last trip together. Magical music gave a feeling of fading away in the enraptured winds and d beer brought all reminiscences of schooner at flower-power in Deutcheland. Couple of vodka shots freed tied tongues for d rest of d night.

Heaven's paintbrush changed the hues of sky from pitch black to violet to inky indigo to cobalt and finally to pale blue.Morning breeze evoked drooling spirits to advance towards d beach to sense the serenity of dawn on d banks of ganges. This sojourn gave a can-full of memories to last wid me for years. At last, hangovers gave bouts of sleep to skinny nd smarty for d rest of d day and I came back at my parents place.

Rescued from onus of academics, its after four years that I am staying this long wid my parents and school friends savoring home food and enjoying siestas every day. Advent of my new career will be demanding ,dont know how many snags lay ahead .loads of pressure to perform so that prof angel bestows d TA’s nd RA’s in my empty lap. So these hols have been sort of a reprieve for me.

After coming back, I took dance classes on gurh nal ishq mitha for 4 dazz for the engagement party of my sis. It didn’t turn out to be embarrassing as I thought it would be( according to ppl at d party Ofcourse they were not flexible moves :D),motivation of which paved the way for learning hip-hop and western.

Dance pe chance mar le was the start up song which echoed the sound of my heart and gave me d motivation for obvious reasons. Though I cant flounce like hip hop guys & rigid torso cant become MJ’s in 2 months but yeah I leaned a few steps for a change.

Some interesting events happened in the come throughs though. Performing stunt stuff gave sprain to d thigh and I was reserved for the trip wid friends for vaishno devi. It turned out to be an adventurous sashay for me on sinuous paths confronting torrential rains and landslides wid stick in hand. Kindaa felt an achievement to reach d shrine that day.

Yeah I also bettered on my Lita skills as smarty always pressed me to.Racket games especially tennis interested me and luca filled me wid d root knowledge of d game(I didnt know much abt it before :D No offence).With everyday chats wid luca on go throughs of d match I hooked up in it and felt so many years being wasted not following d game.Hail fedex,he pushes himself till the limits no one has gone to. This guy is so consistent,allows no room for mistakes.No wonder,he has got half world as his ardent buff.

In the meanwhile I also tormented my parents with stupid notes and exercises on the keyboard supposed to be learnt before you can start playing any song. My classes are finishing this week but all I could learn was few tit-bits of a song Azzeb dastan hai yeh which kindaa pictures my life along these dazz.

PS : No offence wid devised names :D

PPS: Holidaz could have made a real difference if I could grab all talents around me like peter petrelli from heroes :)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Morsels of yesteryear

After a long abatement, m coming to this familiar nook to open myself and it seems a little tricky to put all things together that happened in interim.
So I left off filling out my sees and feels of deutschland. It was d ripest time of my life for fun, frolic nd everything .Following 2 years came with lots of cheers, surprises and dashing times too.
Internship at INRIA came with an opportunity to bask at the beaches of French coast appreciating French beauty. Photography is about capturing the soul of a moment, when I met my chinese friend liang liang, I realised that I could use the opportunity and learn from him. So along with being in front of the camera I slogged behind it as well. Every weekend came up with an itinerary of some rustic or romatic place in france. I took a sojourn in Paris to enjoy the lighted night ship view of cathedrals, museums on d islands of seine and finally meet smug monalisa wid baby angels all around standing on d walls of louvre. This four day jaunt ended up with at Fête Nationale on the Champs-Élysées avenue in Paris where aero planes were somersaulting & came out with flying colors of blue white nd red. Evening sky was glimmering wid a lot of fireworks and light waves of Eiffel. Music concert added the fun fuel and made it a field day.
From holistic perspective, this internship provided me with a good technical expertise being with scientists performing top notch research and a blend of cultural expo wid my French and Russian mentors & Chinese friend as a fellowship.
With the finale of d French trip came d most operose sem for d electrical junta wid lots of lab nd tut attyachar all d week . On top of it the scary dementor exams of GRE nd TOEFL sucked the remnants of what was left of me. Pick out the universities for apping was another involved ceremony to be carried right after GRE exam. Then came d sire of all these small chores of d sem, penning down your whole life so as it spirits like u survived every part of it to get in to computer vision. Two of my angel friends gave it a rhyme and sprightliness. Next step in the ladder was filling out the forms during end semester preparations which wouldn’t have been possible without guardian angels of IITR. So seventh semester was spent in New York minutes just by alternating between these chores.I wished Prof McGonagall would have given the time clock locket to me rather than Hermione to be at different places at same time.
Despite knowing that outcome of apping is Anyone's Call I decided not to sit for placements& grabbed a monthful of vacations.It had its own consequences, next sem was a trying one for me,I had to hold my horses all d time wen all grad junta started getting accepts and I had nothing in d bag.
Thanks to US nd India being in different time meridian and inhuman grad committees,I turned to be a nocturnal insomniac. After getting 9 rejects and no hope from last one I had nowhere to resort to. But somehow stars conspired in helping me out nd bestowed wid an accept from UT Austin.
Academics for last sem was a lower hanging fruit and reached grand finale easily .Let’s see what future has in store for me.