Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Finding Your Voice

In the book, ‘Bird by Bird’, Anne Lamott writes in a chapter titled ‘Finding Your Voice’, “But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not to go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in – then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.”

It’s a good book to read if you like to write.

Sunday, December 05, 2010

A game of cricket

Rahul walked in at 2 down, the opener walking past him hardly keeping his opinion on the umpire’s LBW decision to himself. He walked in knowing his team was out of the running if they lost and that the only way to shut his opener up was to win this game. He punched gloves with the non-striker who repeated what he (and every other division B cricketer in the US) had heard a million times – “the bowling is shit, call loudly.”

The bowler ran in and he met the ball with the middle of his bat. It rolled towards the cover fielder who congratulated the bowler on a “fantastic” ball. He muted the noise around him and adjusted his helmet. He had middled his first ball - game on.


Three wickets had fallen for 15 runs in 4 overs. He was still timing the ball well though and after picking the cover fielder on the first two balls of the 12th over, he unfurled two cut shots that both rammed the ball into the batting cage that stood right behind the boundary line. He cut the ball in the air but he knew he was going to be ok today. His technical fallibility would be offset by the point fielder’s fear of the moving ball.


He saw the throw coming in from the long-off fielder and he dove to make his ground. The umpire had a startled look on his face when he saw Rahul pick himself up – he didn’t get why this kid got so intense about a sport played on a field built for soccer, baseball and cricket (in that order) in a country that couldn’t seem to get past the novelty of people dressed in white.

Rahul patted the dirt off of his forearms and asked the umpire, “Balls to go, please?'”.


The run rate had crept to 9 an over, there were 13 overs left and Rahul headed over to the new batsman walking in. “Ravi, the bowling is shit, call loudly.”

“You got it captain,” he replied.


Rahul had always been an offside player, sometimes at the cost of ignoring the vast patch of grass greeting him on the leg side. The cover drive was his go-to shot and he cut before he defended. The opposition knew this and Rahul saw a 7-2 field, taunting him to use his weakness to pick up the pace. They needed 96 runs in the last 10 overs and the bowler delivered a short ball, slow on pace but rising towards his helmet. He swiveled and hooked - for the first time he understood what cricket commentators meant when they said, “You know it’s a 6 when you hit it.”

“He hit the ball like a tracer bullet” still failed to make sense to him though.


He could hear the shouts from the ‘pavilion’ – “bat up! bat up!”. It was only his second 50 but at that moment it hardly registered in his mind. He played the inside out cover drive and sprinted for 2. He got set for the next ball and played another lofted drive to extra cover and picked up another 2.

“All day, boys, all day”, he muttered under his breath.


He sat down next to the stumps, tired and cramping. They were 8 runs and 6 balls away from the end. One of the fielders stopped by, “Get up. You’re almost there” and gave him his hand.

Rahul spoke to the non-striker, “8 runs, 6 balls”.

“2 fours or a six and a two? I would rather you hit a 6,” he replied.

Rahul took his guard again. The bowler delivered a quick off cutter that he missed completely. He walked away from the crease.

“8 off 5, boys, pressure’s on them” the keeper shouted. Rahul couldn’t mute them anymore.

Another off cutter, another swing and a miss.

8 off 4.

In the process of trying to win, he had dismissed any other possibility. But now, 8 runs and 4 balls away, all he could see was him missing the next ball.

He looked around and watched the fielders clapping their hands, egging the bowler on. He noticed, almost as an afterthought, no fielder standing at deep square leg or deep mid wicket.

As soon as the ball was released, he walked across to his off stump and flicked the ball way over the mid wicket boundary. He slammed his gloves against his partner’s who said, “Really? I was just joking earlier.”

He whipped the next ball, a full toss on middle, over square leg and it was game over.

“Good game”, he said shaking hands with the opposing captain who just stared blankly as 10 grown men came running towards Rahul.

People walking their dogs around the boundary line saw 11 men in whites hugging each other.

The umpire, though, had finally seen a game of cricket.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Aaron Sorkin – If He Wrote About Cabbage

“Do you like cabbage?”


“Do you like cabbage?”

”Do I like cabbage?”


“Cabbage, the vegetable?”

“No, Cabbage, the Prime Minister of Pakistan. Cabbage, the vegetable!”

“Do I like cabbage?”

”Yes, do you like cabbage?”



West Wing marathon in progress.

Sunday, November 14, 2010


There was a beautiful moment in last night's Euphoria concert in Seattle that made me forget Palash Sen's below par singing that had preceded it. The crowd had been waiting for Maeri long before the band had even gotten on stage and finally Euphoria relented to the calls and slowly began that famous song of theirs. Palash Sen only had to pause for a second and the crowd took over. He moved away from the microphone and just stared in wonder as the crowd sang the opening stanza of the song in perfect sync with the band.

I wouldn't be surprised if that was the moment of his career.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Born Standing Up

“I came up with several schemes for developing material. “I laugh in life,” I though, “so why not observe what it is that makes me laugh?” And if I did spot something that was funny, I decided not to just describe it as happening to someone else, but to translate it into the first person, so it was happening to me. A guy didn’t walk into a bar, I did. I didn’t want it to appear that others were nuts; I wanted it to appear that I was nuts.” – Steve Martin.

I read Shop Girl a couple of months ago and I’m halfway through Born Standing Up. I’ve become quite the fan of Steve Martin, the writer.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Silver lining (man, it’s cloudy here)

I woke up at 630 AM on a Sunday, drove to a cricket ground somewhere in Renton, got soaked in the rain, almost got hit by a bat flying towards me at the non-strikers end and headed back home after 12 overs had been bowled. The people in charge noticed that conditions might be slightly unfit for cricket.

Two questions that need to be answered after every game of cricket:

a) Did you win? No.

b) Did you get gaaji? Yes.

Good day of cricket.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Art through Experience

I was chatting with my sister about framing and putting up the following quote by Picasso in my new apartment: "I'm reading the paper; sitting around; I'm chatting; going for walks. But all of this is just perception. I'm actually working. Or rather: something is spinning around in my head and I'm just waiting to grab it and form it". This was a quote I read on the wall of a cafe in Swarovski Crystal World in Innsbruck. It's a quote that resonated with me as soon as I read it. I love it for how simply Picasso expresses that the sights and sounds of everyday life inspire his art.

My sister, on hearing the quote, was reminded by and pointed me to this monologue from Chekhov's 'The Seagull'. I found it to be absolutely brilliant - my favourite line being, "I see a cloud shaped like a grand piano. I think: I must mention somewhere in a story that a cloud went by, shaped like a grand piano."

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Café Tales I

He knows that they can’t hear the music he is listening to. Or does he? He pulls out his earphones. Yes, no one can hear. He plugs them back in. The moment is gone though. Letting the music drive him, that moment is gone. He feels a compulsion to listen to something different. Something conventional, something that will make them accept him. He scoffs, “Them?” Who are these people who need to accept him? Why does he need validation? He gazes at the world around him, the never ending activity and then stares straight at the loneliness he is engulfed in.

He changes the song.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Into the Wild

"I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the blind, deaf stone alone with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head."

Friday, August 13, 2010

I parallel parked a Dodge Nitro on Capitol Hill

I landed in Seattle on Monday to the sight of gloomy skies and a Dodge Nitro rental car. The former cleared up soon but the latter, well, continues to annoy. I’m temporarily staying in an apartment in Redmond – a city that wakes up to the sound of crying desi babies.

Downtown Redmond with Half Price on the left

It’s quite painful sitting in an apartment in Redmond alone. So I went over to the nearby Half Price Books and bought ‘The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time’ for a couple of dollars and headed to a coffee shop nearby called Victor’s Coffee Co. Really good cappuccino and a really cute barista.

Apartment hunting is a pain. That’s why I had stayed in the same dump of an apartment for the past 3 years in Austin. I had lived in Redmond last summer and 3 months was long enough for me to realize that it was not the city for me. So I focused all my energy on finding an apartment in Seattle.

Seattle has tons of neighborhoods and each neighborhood has its own character. And most of these neighborhoods sound very appealing. Living next to Lake Washington vs. living next to Alki Beach vs. living near the night life (Belltown) vs. living on Capitol Hill. Oh and finding an apartment that wouldn’t drive a hole through my wallet. After talking to leasing managers, looking at floor plans and driving through each of these areas, I came to the conclusion that I should just live close to work and drive to each of these awesome neighborhoods when bored.

So I chose this place in Bellevue called Elements that looks pretty cool. One side of the apartment has only floor-to-ceiling windows and so it’s going to be awesome on a sunny day.

The huge, unweildy Dodge Nitro

Oh and in case you skipped reading the title of this post, I parallel parked a Dodge Nitro in Capitol Hill. If you have not been to Capitol Hill or never driven a Dodge Nitro, you might fail to recognize the magnitude of this achievement. So take my word for it, it was pretty awesome.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Where else would I want to be at this moment?

I used to tell people, when they asked me what my goal in life was, that I wanted to travel. I would say that the money I would make at work would be used to fund my travels.

I went on a trip across Western Europe last month with a friend who was by the end of the trip my elder brother. We had a ritualistic fist bump that was initiated by him saying 'Love ya, man' and then completed by us saying 'platonic' in unison. We walked around the most beautiful cities in the world, frequently stopping to take pictures, to drink coffee in streetside cafes, to listen to street musicians and to remind ourselves that we were in f***ing Europe. Lying down under the shade of a tree, looking up at the Eiffel Tower, I wondered 'where else would I want to be at this moment?'

I stood under the Staubacch falls (in Lauterbrunnen) and I mean literally under the Staubacch falls. I had to jump a fence and walk up a slippery slope of grass and rock, but I walked up to the bottom of the Staubacch falls, a natural beauty that a mesmerized Goethe wrote about. I looked up to see the source of the falls and at that moment I felt a joy that I've never felt before and I doubt I ever will. It was me, nature and soon my ipod. Aaromale has never sounded better, nor has it ever inspired me more. It was the best shower of my life.

Walking through the dark and narrow alleys of Barcelona, I was stopped in my tracks by a blue football rolling towards me. Soon a kid showed up, a kid who clearly had no time for romanticism. He wanted his blue ball back and I passed it to him. He kicked the ball towards his mates who cheered loudly, looked me at me with a big smile and then ran back to re-join the game.

We were trying to avoid the rain as we were walking through Venice's main square. We took shelter next to a restaurant which had hired a band to entertain its paying guests and by design its non-paying spectators that were increasing in number due to the rain. A group of university students walking by knew the song the band was playing and they started to sing along as they were walking past the restaurant. Soon a man from the crowd pulled out a woman from the group and swung her around to the tune of the music and swung her back into the crowd as the group and the band concluded the song with a wave of energy that brought out smiles, laughter and a burst of applause.

What is my goal in life? I've revised my answer. Actually no, I'm revising the question. What is one of my goals in life? One of them is to travel - to walk around the streets of foreign cities with my camera in hand and absolutely zero expectations in my mind. The rest of my goals, well, I haven't figured them out yet. Maybe it'll come to me when I'm sitting at the edge of Trolltunga in Norway. Maybe it won't.
It won't matter though when I've made it to the top there, listening to Aaromale.

Photo Courtesy

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Thoughts on Madrasapattinam

I wasn’t the only person in the theater who felt that this movie was a cross between Titanic and Lagaan. As my friend commented, Arya looked like a Tamilian Bhuvan. At close to 3 hours long, this movie overstayed its welcome by a good hour. At least Lagaan had Cricket. The movie switches between the present and the 1940s with the present being a big drag mostly due to the wooden acting of the grandmom and her granddaughter.

One aspect that stood out for me right from the opening scene was the director having the courage to not dumb down the movie for his audience. I say this in reference to the free usage of English by the British characters in the movie (there are subtitles in Tamil for the portions with English dialogues). The Tamil that the Britishers speak at times is so realistic that it’s hard to understand what they are even saying.

I find it incredible that the lead actress Amy Jackson, a 19 year old beauty pageant winner from Liverpool, was able to infuse so much confidence into her role. Incredible because it’s her first movie and it’s set in a city, language and time period so alien to her. GV Prakash’s music and the way it’s presented on screen (for the most part) is probably the movie’s biggest strength. Vaama Duraiyamma felt like GV’s and lyricist N. Muthukumar’s 1940s take of the awesome ARR and Vairamuthu collaboration Madrasa Suthi Paaka Poraen.

Director Vijay’s visualization of the Chennai of 60 years ago is why I would recommend this film to any Chennai resident. As a guy sitting behind me announced at the end of the movie, “Dei Chennai appove nalla irundhidu da!”

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Au revoir!

I bought an ‘Afternoon in Paris’ poster two years ago and stuck it above my bed to constantly remind me. Not because I thought I  I would forget about it but because I knew I would get lazy.

Well guess what, it worked.

London, Paris, Beaujolis Wine Region, Barcelona, French Riviera, Florence, Rome, Venice, Vienna, Munich, Austrian Tyrol, Swiss Alps, Rhine Valley & Amsterdam.

June 1st – June 29th.


Saturday, May 29, 2010

In my 8th semester, I

1. took part in a foam sword fight on one of the busiest intersections on campus. It was right before my final class and final midterm, but at that point I didn’t really care.


2. saw Tiesto live in concert. I got to the venue a bit too early though and by the time the opening DJ’s had done their thing and Tiesto came up, my feet were killing me. Hence, not as awesome a concert as I expected it to be.

3. saw John Mayer live in concert with Michael Franti & Spearhead opening for him. It was a Battle Studies tour but he did perform some of his best from other albums – Gravity, Waiting On The World To Change (and Neon, of course). He didn’t cover Free Fallin but he did almost make up for it by covering Don’t Stop Believing.

4. spring break’d in Ft. Lauderdale & Miami. Also got into one of Miami’s premier clubs. I would say it was due to my charm and charisma, but modesty is one of my finer traits.

5. was stalked by the Duck Tour in Austin and Miami. No, really.


6. saw She & Him live in concert. More importantly, that meant I saw Zooey Deschanel live in concert :D


7. completed my 8th and last season for the Longhorn Cricket Club. Personal highlights this season were a 50 and a 5 wicket haul.

8. saw the world’s first ever photograph and the Gutenberg Bible at the Harry Ransom Center.

9. registered for a weight training class and stuck with it. As a result, I went to the gym more times than the previous 7 semesters combined.

10. wrote two short stories – Alliance and 31 Minutes to 1.

11. finally won the 4 on 4 Gully Cricket tournament. It’s a tournament that happens every semester with 4 players per team and 4 overs a side. The 4dulkars (that’s what we call ourselves) have always come close, but this time, finally, after 7 semesters of not playing to potential, we won. It was, as I’m often inclined to say, awesome.

12. ensured that my performances in the 5 on 5 cricket tournament, however, kept with tradition. I scored 0 off 11 balls in a 5 over game last semester. This time I got run out for 0 in both games without facing a single ball. If ever there was a batting fail…

13. went to two Alamo Drafthouse Weird Wednesdays. Every Wednesday, they showcase a really bad film and it’s only a $1 entry. Fardeen Khan should consider screening his movies here, would definitely get a bigger audience.

14. convinced my friend that FailBlog had put up an embarrassing video of him. The attention to detail, if I may so myself, was splendid. I love April Fools Day.

15. graduated :)


Other awesome reads:
In my seventh semester, I
In my sixth semester, I
In my fifth semester, I
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Things I did in my third semester
Things I did in my second semester
Things I did in my first semester

Saturday, May 15, 2010


Vicky Cristina Barcelona has such a great soundtrack to complement the amazing visuals of Barcelona and Oviedo. This is one of my favourite scenes from the movie:

Wine, followed by beautiful Spanish guitar late in the night. Juan Antonio (Javier Bardem) is a genius.

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Leg stump, please.

Waking up to the alarm ringing at 7am.

The Starbucks Mocha Frappucino before the start of the game because in some delusional part of my brain I think that’s good enough to suppress my hunger for 60 overs.

The futile announcement of “Let’s warm-up!” right after we reach the ground. No one ever warms up. I’m an eternal optimist.

The encouraging shouts to the opening bowler. Actually shouts dissing the opening batsmen. Same difference.

The sign from the captain to get ready to bowl. It’s a universally understood sign, that.

The long hop to start the spell off with. A half tracker begging to be smacked into the trees. That’s why I never bowl without a deep mid-wicket.

The right fist punching the left palm. My sign to the keeper to get ready for the quicker one.

The constant reminders to myself to not get distracted by the cover fielder’s horrible sledging (“He couldn’t touch the ball there!” Of course, I couldn’t. It was a wide. Idiot.)

The unnecessary flinging away of the helmet and gloves after giving away my wicket.

The team lunches after we lose a game.

The team lunches after we win a game.

All of these I’m gonna miss. At 3pm tomorrow, when I’m done playing my last game for the Longhorn Cricket Club.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

What a birthday gift!

My dad got to meet Kamal Hassan today for his birthday thanks to my mom. He got to meet, take pictures with and talk to the greatest Indian actor ever! He so deserved this birthday gift (he’s a HUGE Kamal fan) and my mom is beyond awesome for making it happen.

Downside, however, is that a greeting card signed by a non-famous person (e.g. me) won’t cut it in this family anymore.

P.S: My latest short story: 31 Minutes to 1

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Ey, what is this guy?

A couple of days ago, I somehow landed on a Walk the Talk interview with Kris Srikkanth while wasting time on Youtube. I’m not a fan of Walk the Talk because of the show’s annoying host, Shekhar Gupta. In an interview with Kajol, he kept talking about how he was in love with her mother and how he found her sexy. Weirdo. Anyway, the fact that I was watching Shekhar Gupta interviewing Kris Srikkanth highlights how much I had exhausted all my online TV watching options. To my surprise, however, watching the interview wasn’t a complete waste of time.

Gupta asks Srikkanth in the interview what his reasoning was behind his aggressive batting style. I guess it’s something a lot of Indian cricket fans would have wondered during Srikkanth’s days as an opener. Like the man himself admits, “They must have though ‘Ey, what is this guy? Who is this guy?’”

In short, this is basically what Srikkanth says about his batting methods: I would defend if the ball was swinging in. If the ball was swinging away from me, I would go for a lofted shot. I had confidence in my ability to at least clear the mid-off fielder and if I did end up edging the ball, the pace of the bowler would be quick enough to take it over the slip cordon.

This made a lot of sense and so I decided to try it out in the league game that I played earlier today. And it worked brilliantly. It’s amazing how he built his career around such a simple concept.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Slings & Arrows

I watched the first two seasons of Slings & Arrows over my winter break and I fell in love with the show. The clip below, I believe, showcases one of the best pieces of acting television has ever seen.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya

vtv It’s been 20 minutes since I finished watching Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya and I’ve been sitting in the same position ever since taking in the brilliance of the movie. And the character of Jessie.

It took guts, sir. Gautam Menon, thank you.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

A bicycle for two

It was way too cold. And windy. There were two acts that I listened to half heartedly. They were good, no doubt, but I wasn’t there for them. VJ and I inched closer and closer to the stage, height not being on our side. The band serving as the final act for the day was taking its own time getting to the stage but we had a good feeling the wait was going to be worth it.

When Zooey Deschanel finally showed up wearing a red hat, we knew were right. The wait was worth it.

My last semester just keeps getting better and better.

P.S: If you haven't heard She & Him before:

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Curling, you just got beat.

The other day I picked up The Daily Texan to read what they had to say about Scott & Muneezeh winning the Student Government elections. I’m on a roll, btw, when it comes to voting in elections – first Obama and now Scott & Muneezeh. Anyway, while I was scanning the article, I noticed a more interesting article right below it. It was about how there was now an official quidditch league at the university called Texas Quidditch.

The first thing that struck me as kinda impossible to recreate was a snitch. How were these students going to get a flying ball? The article says, “most importantly, the seeker is responsible for catching the snitch — a flag attached to the backside of a neutral-party runner.” ROFLMAO. No, really, ROFLMAO.

The article, which really was ‘The Onion’ worthy, then focused on how bludgers and beaters would work in this setting. “Once a player is hit, he or she has to drop the broom and any ball in possession and run around the hoops three times” They then sit on a swivel chair and are then spun around for a minute and pushed back on to the field of play.

Ok, I made that last part up.

I really shouldn’t mock Texas Quidditch, though. They might finally provide the much needed stimulus that the flying broomstick researchers so desperately needed.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Shaken, not stirred

I’m not known in any circles for being debonair (might have something to do with me not being mallu).  Yesterday, there was a charity event to collect donations to help the victims of the earthquake in Haiti. The event’s Facebook page clearly stated the importance of wearing formal attire and that set off alarm signals in my head for a couple of reasons:

1. I do not possess a suit.

2. I do not know how to tie a tie.

In my 3 and a half years at college, I’ve learnt to survive on Michelina’s Budget Gourmet Homestyle Macaroni & Cheese which I feel is a far greater accomplishment then learning how to tie a tie. So I’m not embarrassed – my troubles might actually inspire the velcro tie industry (if it doesn’t exist already).

I luckily had a blazer to kinda make up for the lack of a suit. Taking care of the tie situation required a little more creativity. I had bought a men’s scarf at Gap last year, much to my friends’ amusement. I knew it would come in use some day, and yesterday was that day. Here is John Krasinksi trying to look like me:

Damn, Emily Blunt just stopped my train of thought.

Ok, I’m back. Getting back to last night, the event was at the Hilton in downtown Austin (that’s right) and it was a stark contrast to how my Friday evenings are usually spent – eating Mirch Masala’s dum aloo with Kawan’s ready made chappathis. Oh, and a glass of Minute Maid orange juice. (Disclaimer: I do not get paid by these companies for including them in my blog post. My blog’s 5 hits/day view count is considered a deal-breaker.) Since this Friday night was unlike most, I probably should have got myself a martini at the bar, just to keep up the appearance that I was going for. I’m sure it would have panned out like this:

Bartender: What can I get you?
Me: A martini, please.
Random hot girl at the bar: I don’t think I’ve met you before. I’m [random hot girl’s name]. You are?
Me: Shekar, Niyantha Shekar.
Bartender: Shaken or stirred, Mr. Shekar?
Me: You tell me.
Bartender: Shaken, it is.
[random hot girl at the bar swoons due to the awesomeness of it all]

What can I say, I dream big.

P.S: My latest article for Nazar –> It’s a short story.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Total Damage

Me: Amma, I can bench-press 55 pounds now.

Mom: Oh, nice. 55 kgs?

Me: No, 55 pounds.

Mom: Oh. So you can lift a fat baby.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

In my seventh semester, I

1)  Saw Nazar finally come out on print. Brilliant moment.

2) Scored 0 off 11 balls in a 4 over taped tennis ball tournament as our team lost in the finals. I should have got the man of the match award, really.

3) Was the third wicket in a first over hat-trick in another tennis ball tournament. Clearly, not the most eventful semester with the bat for me.

4) Had class from 930am to 6pm on Tuesdays without a break. Hence, perfected the art of eating while walking, writing and talking.

5) Watched my first Fardeen Khan movie – Life Partner. I had to apologize to my eyes after the movie. Oh, and interesting fact, Fardeen Khan once got his hair cut while I was getting my hair cut in the neighboring chair. He was such a drama queen.

6) Was the sorting hat for Halloween. It was easy, that’s why.

7) Went to ACL for the first time and saw Thievery Corp, John Legend and Kings of Leon perform live! Also spent an hour and a half in a line to get into the bus back to campus after the show. Still, worth it.

8) Finally drew up the courage to finish my science sequence by taking physics 2. It kicked my ass, as expected.

9) Continued my photo walk tradition. This time I took photos of grass and leaves. It was more interesting that it sounds. Really.

10) Realized that studying in my apartment was impossible and so made JP’s Java my makeshift home for finals week. There’s nothing like buying one coffee and then occupying a chair in the cafe for 5 hours.

11) Took the best class I’ve ever taken in college - World Literature taught by Dr. Elizabeth Richmond-Garza. I was forced to read some of the greatest works ever written – Faust, Medea, Hamlet, Les Fleurs du mal, Inferno and many others. It was too cool.

12) Went with a friend to clarify a couple of doubts with a professor before our exam. Had to sit for 45 minutes listening to the professor ramble on about his years in the industry. After a while I gave up the act of listening and pretending to laugh at his ‘jokes’, and started playing with my pen. Blade took on a new meaning that day.

Other awesome reads:
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In my fourth semester, I
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Things I did in my second semester
Things I did in my first semester

One semester to go!

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Good bye Chennai, see ya in May

My month long winter break in Chennai unfortunately comes to an end tonight. It sucks to head back to college, it’s been my best winter break till date.

I got to celebrate, for the first time, New Year’s eve with my two best friends, drinking pepsi  on a terrace watching fireworks and listening to Vijay fans from another terrace playing Vettaikaran songs. There was also some trouble getting off the terrace, but, then compared to listening to Vijay songs, that wasn’t all that bad.

I got to watch the Chennai Open semis and finals. The last time I saw tennis here, it was called the GoldFlake Open and Carlos Moya could still win a game or two. My message for Charu Sharma, ‘Charu, where are you?’, however, did not make it to the big screen TV. Quite unfortunate.

But most importantly, I got to spend time with the parents and sister after what’s been a very long and tiring year.

And I got tickets (and badass 3d glasses) to watch Avatar!

So good bye Chennai, I shall see ya in May. I shall come back a graduate, a young man who can no longer use college as the reason for why he can’t cook anything edible.