Polka dots and happy thoughts!

As promised, here's the one on my polka dotted 2 month old friend! I like blogging about inanimate objects just to give them a life of their own. You know, one of these things you'd do to keep coming back to certain things in your life. A momentary or fleeting past time if you will. If you don't know what am talking about, am sure you will once you've read this.

One touch was all it took for my palms to melt. Made with the softest threads and the brightest colours, my candid comforter added some spice to my life. I usually don't like bright pink. But this one was entirely an exception. I bought it from a friend who didn't like the colour when she received this by courier. Apparently it was too bright. I didn't mind because it was smooth as silk and was seamlessly thick. Now, for those who are unfamiliar with "comforters", they happen to be a type of blanket. Pretty thick but I think with gold dust inside and a lot of powder puffs! When I leave this place, am going to see what actually lies inside and then knit it all back and take it with me of course.

The jazzy C I have come to believe, has some magical powers. Beneath that Mille-feuille of soft cloth lies something mystical. The minute you lay your hands on it, you are overcome by some form of relaxation. All your worries are guaranteed to be dismissed with that. It has to be felt to be believed. Nothing like a close friend, a 90's movie, strawberries, a pseudo bean bag like couch, and my cozy comforter. Always with me, come hot or cold, in joy or sadness, my only friend with whom I can be myself. And something I can introduce to my folks! (maybe thats taking it a bit too far) If you've seen  The Jetsons and you remember Judy's talking diary, you know what am talking about. Except, I won't go overboard and say that my comforter talks to me. When I let my imaginations run wild, I do try keeping them on a short leash.

Jazzy C has a life of her own. Yeah its a she. If you didn't get that till now, I have nothing to say. Also, if you ask me why write about a blanket, well, I don't have an answer. Sometimes it helps to draw attention away from all the drama in life and just channel it all into something new. Just like how you want to think of a sunny day with bright skies, a rainbow across, birds chirping and laughing voices when deep inside you have a thousand thoughts on your mind and the world is on your shoulders.

Every blog has something to give back. See what you can find in this one and let that be your comforter.

Cheers!

Read it while it's hot!

Why Red? Well, Red is the new me. Red is for the new theme. Red is the RPI school colour. Red is the color of the sheets at home. Red is my sweatshirt. Red is the colour of the leaves just before winter. Red is for envy. Red is for passion. Red is for everything around me. Red is short for redefine.

Who wants things to be the same old same old? After 2 weeks of tumults and ferris wheels of emotions, I decided to focus my attention on something new. All day I was thinking of some theme for my blog. A splash of colour, a splash of happiness, and inventing a space just for myself. I went around taking pics of the sunset in the evening. I think I'm beginning to appreciate photography now. And am not talking about my photos! The bare trees in the background of the bright orange of the sky is even prettier when you have your own camera to click to perfection. I think that was a stronger motivation behind the Red!  Even though nothing is as constant as change, I like the fact that nobody but I have the power to change this small space I've created for myself. And that is my blog.

Weather changes, colours change, fashion changes, hair lengths change, moods change, technologies change, but what hits you the hardest is when people change and when you yourself change. Am not talking about temperaments, am talking about an entire change of personality. It's amazing how experiences can totally take you for a ride. Make you believe you are someone and then when you're done experiencing that, you realize you perhaps aren't the same anymore. By experience I mean relationships, places you've been to, things you like to do over a period of time. And when you're done with that, you are forced to step across and keep walking. For three years I thought I was someone and then now I am at a point where I have a better idea of who I am not than who I am. It really is true that every experience teaches you something.

With winter approaching and temperatures hitting sub zero, I look forward to "chilling the *^(#" out as my friend puts it and embracing change. Having said that, am not the kind of person who says "Oh, well, maybe it was meant to be this way or that". I don't have any qualms of trying or doing things that make me happy. I have one life and would like to live it knowing that I've tried "this" out because it made me happy. So what if it backfires? Atleast I would be more at peace with myself for having tried it out. I write this because I come across more and more instances where this is tested every day. And if I don't hold onto my convictions, I have nothing (quoting Phoebe, slightly modified).

Okay, this blog came out to be a little too serious. What I initially wanted to write about was my polka dot comforter! But shifting topics now would seem rather inconsistent with the rest of my blogs, so I'll save the story about my polka dotted mate for next time! I'll try to make the read worth the wait! Until then, grab a paperback, get a steaming cupa and stretch your legs a little!

Welcome to my new world :)

New found FOBness!

Hey all. I wish I could program some sort of catchy lead up for this one! A drum roll maybe. Cause this blog is silly, unimportant and still I wanted to mention it here, just to run away from all the seriousness of work and other things.

So what's with the title? I recently added another word to my rather outdated vocabulary. Something that wasn't present even in those 4000 GRE words I crammed to get here. Its called FOBness or FOBnes. In the following paragraphs, I'll talk about how I "discovered" this word! (Talk about blogging about anything and turning into something of my liking)

The other day a couple of friends and I went to watch a movie at a theater in Albany. I felt like I was going to Inox on MG road, Pune until I reached the car park. A stark difference. That was India, this is America. You can tell from the car park! Apart from other things of course. So we bought tickets, a "small" (read Extra Large) cup of Coke, and finally a place to sit in the movie hall. And then trailers began. One after the other, until the last one. Where they showed the title of the movie we actually went to watch. Forgetting for a minute or two about my geographic orientation and location, I asked my friend on the right, "So hey, what about the national anthem before the movie?", and I wasn't being sarcastic or trying to be a wise crack. I genuinely thought there would be one! Hey, 4 years of Pune! What did I know! My friend, who's been here for 3 years, laughs and says "There IS no national anthem! Such FOBness I tell ya!" And that my friend, is the beginning of many FOB-ical blunders in this land of white, black, thin, fat, anorexic, bulimic, and generally ok people!

Anyway, the FOB in FOBness is short for "Fresh off the Boat"! Now you know where this blog is going! If any of you guys have read "The Inscrutable Americans", you know what am talking about! I feel like am straight out of the book, coming so far away with home made pickles, masalas, and stainless steel vessels! There have been other instances too where I've made a complete fool of myself and proud of it too :) Oh, the joy of small things!

Is it that silly to make a fool of one's self, I asked myself. Apparently, if it makes someone laugh, its totally worth it! So, in this gloomy weather, I've decided to not stop myself from being a clown, if it brings some cheer around! Who wants to wait till Christmas? And at the end of the day, it IS alright to feel like a kid, when we ain't getting any younger. With assignments and grading sheets piling up, FOBness came to my rescue because it gave me something to smile about and remind myself that I don't have to be serious all the time!

Thanks RKP for this, because it really kept my mind off other things! It always does when you mention it :)

Be stupid, be cranky, who gives a rat's a#@ anyway if it makes you and someone else grin like it's nobody's business!