Another move back to wordpress!

I started two other blogs and I couldnt do it effectively on blogger so reverting back to wordpress.

Here are the three blogs:

1. As I see it

2. My food and workout journal

3. Captured

On the "as i see it" blog has the links to #2 and #3 blogs under "my other blogs column"

So see you there,
~Nalini.

Does it matter?

How important it is to frame an opinion of your own? And not really get affected by what others do? I'm highly opinionated and I know i'm wrong many times. But they are my opinions and I feel responsible. And when my opinions prove me wrong, I get to learn something new. 

Cant imagine how miserable I would be if I were to compare myself with others. I dont think I would be working towards anything constructive, rather wallow in self pity, suffer a low self esteem and survive in insecurity. How good is it to live a life of that sort? So my effort lies in keeping my head high and my chin up, I know its easier said than done, but there is no harm in trying.

Lake tahoe clicks

A few pictures of our trip to Tahoe.

Why bother?

Music: Sway- Michael Buble
Mood: Furious

It has been almost four years away from home, I did make an effort (initially) to stay in touch with my friends and cousins. Some reciprocated and some didnt so I let it go. But I wonder why some people who truly dont care about my welfare are so curious and judgmental of my life and the decisions I make. The annoying part is that they dont talk to me directly (about their so called concerns) but discuss me with people who they think(assume)are close to me.

I was under the impression that when you live far away... you are not bothered by opinions and judgments but Im so wrong...some have the potential to affect you no matter the distance or boundaries.

For all those Indie movie buffs!

You should watch "I love hip hop in Morocco", I dont want to write a review on this film 'coz its worth watching and feels great to catch the enthusiasm in the characters and to see them take their passion to the next level.

I know its playing in selected theaters, I dont think you would get a copy in netflix or blockbuster but if you have access to a university library, you would be able grab it. And if you do watch it, I would love to hear from you.

Spring Break

Mood: Cheerful
Music: Vivaldi Winter- At Vance

The much awaited spring break is finally here, from today till Sunday, at the same time, I have so much to read during this week. To start with I have a lab report due tomorrow by 1:00pm, an exam to prepare for which is scheduled on first day of class, a presentation and everything else that I have reserved to do during this break.

Dee has taken a few days off starting from tomorrow, im sure he needs this break too just to relax. We have nothing planned for the next few days, want to go with the flow.

I wonder how time flies, it felt like I started the spring semester a few days ago, I was very anxious,contemplating, how would I manage 5 courses at once but Im pleasantly satisfied with the way I handled the course work, so far (but there is still some room for improvement).

Inspite of the to-do list, I want to savor my little vacation!!! :) :D, may be lie in bed with a novel :)

From B to Me!

Music: Viva la vida - Coldplay
Mood : Cheerful
Hiiiiiii,
I am missing you. I am thinking of you. I want to drink Coffee with you. I dont know why. Just that, suddenly, after such a long time since we met, I want to meet you, go on a ride in that damn Scooty of yours, stand outside Eatout and have a fag even as you disapprove of it, drink Coffee in that 1.5 inch steel cup and say "HEY. JEZZ!. HOPE YOU ARE DOING FINE"
Love
B

I was so happy to read this mail,to know that I'm missed and someone is thinking of me and of the times we shared!!! It cheered me up because I was so caught up in thoughts about why I no longer hear anything quite like this from a few I expect to. But I have decided not to fight those thoughts anymore. You cant force someone to miss you and you surely cant force someone to say those things to you especially,when the feelings are lost, their priorities are different and when they are caught up in their own world!

I just want you ~ Ozzy Osbourne

My playlist is stuck on repeat for this song, need I say more ?

There Are No Unlockable Doors
There Are No Unwinnable Wars
There Are No Unrightable Wrongs
Or Unsingable Songs

There Are No Unbeatable Odds
There Are No Believable Gods
There Are No Unnameable Names,
Shall I Say It Again, Yeah

There Are No Impossible Dreams
There Are No Invisible Seams
Each Night When Day Is Through
I Don't Ask Much

I Just Want You
I Just Want You

There Are No Uncriminal Crimes
There Are No Unrhymable Rhymes
There Are No Identical Twins
Or Forgivable Sins

There Are No Incurable Ills
There Are No Unkillable Thrills
One Thing And You Know It's True
I Don't Ask Much

I Just Want You
I Just Want You
I Just Want You
I Just Want You

I'm Sick And Tired Of Bein' Sick And Tired
I Used To Go To Bed So High And Wired
Yeah - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I Think I'll Buy Myself Some Plastic Water
I Guess I Should Have Married Lennon's Daughter
Yeah - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

There Are No Unachievable Goals
There Are No Unsaveable Souls
No Legitimate Kings Or Queens,
Do You Know What I Mean? Yeah

There Are No Undisputable Truths
And There Ain't No Fountain Of Youth
Each Night When Day Is Through
I Don't Ask Much

I Just Want You
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I Just Want You
I Just Want You
Hey, Yeah,
I Just Want You
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I Just Want You,
Hey
I Just Want You
I Just Want You

My childhood - 1

I'm growing old, not really worried about that but I'm becoming forgetful, now that is my biggest concern. I talk a lot about my childhood days to Dee and of late, I see myself pausing to think, trying very hard to remember. Thankfully, with a little effort I'm able to reflect a few of my childhood memories, so, before it melts away, I want to put them down here. I'm sure its an ongoing task and I'm not planning to revisit all at once, but once in a while.

My earliest memory is roughly when I was 4 years old, I grew up in a joint family with my grandmother (paternal), parents of course, my aunt (dad's sister) and my brother. We lived in a decent neighborhood and a cozy home. We had rented the house from a warm elderly couple (Maama and Maami), my dad was like a son to them and surprisingly enough the feeling was mutual. I always liked Maama and Maami, mostly because they were very nice to me, I used to get yummy treats and they had a television. Maami's home was our second home, we were free to visit whenever we felt like. I used to look forward to saturday evenings because my mom and I had an open invitation to watch a movie and I had a special invite to have dinner while watching the movie (at Maami's). Not that my mom wasnt invited to have dinner but she felt that she didnt want to make a habit of it. But I was a happy camper as always :).

To be continued....

An adventure

I had my first lab work, it was located in Fleischmann Agriculture Department. This building is massive and has two building numbers to it (31 and 32). I entered through #31 and located the room number effortlessly, since I was 30 minutes early, I waited close to the room and began to read for one of my other classes. I just had 10 minutes before the lab but didnt see anyone waiting with me. I was a bit anxious at this point, checked my schedule sheet for the room number, it read FA 256 and that was exactly where I was waiting. I went closer to the room to read the memo on the bulletin board, it said Biology Lab FA 256 building 32, I panicked, stormed out of the building and looked for building 32, luckily it was the very next building, I raced through the stairs and onto the second floor to come back to the same room where I was waiting previously, silly me. I tried to open the door just to see if anyone was inside so that I could confirm the schedule but the door was locked. I thought I should message/call my friend to check with her, but something prompted me to verify the lab timings, which I did and found out that I was 1.5 hours early. Talk about how to read between lines(literally, not figuratively) and panic endlessly. Of course, Dee had a hearty laugh that evening.