patience, humility and emotion

We all have traits that we need to work on.. but today.. one of my favorite colleagues compressed into 3 words a description of my weaknesses.. and managed to say everything that i ever thought i needed to work on.. talk about good marketing... and in the right order..

I love it and hate it when someones brain works so fast you can barely make out where it started.. and then.. you finally get just the answer you need... and.. when i think about it.. the one thought so clearly flows into another..

Patience.. man.. my patience is obvious for the lack of it.. and people still are surprised on hearing about my passion for reading and writing!! but its weird how these things work huh??? I think a clear amount of patience will allow for a degree of humility.. cos you have the patience to hear other peoples thoughts out and allow them to express their interests...

And my deficiency of humility can then lead to my getting emotional or the complete lack of it.. its soo difficult to find just the right balance of being empathic and being melodramatic.. drama queen versus ice princess!!

But then, at the end of the day... I realize that at least I know what my strengths are, and that I've come very far with controlling the negatives with my positives, and at the end of the day.. thats what life is about.. seeing the bigger picture.

the devil machine

Living in the US and hating cars is like sleeping with the enemy. Whether you do it or not, you get screwed pretty bad. And those are my sentiments exactly. I have decided, as of March 18, 2009, that cars are the devils machines. Lets try to forget all the disasters accidents that have been following me from India all the way to the US, the “mixing the accelerator with the break” or the “slept through a traffic light”. After serious considerations about the implications to the Indian/American population on having me drive their roads, I came to the following conclusion – My place to be was the seat right next to the drivers. It seemed so ideal – I get the view, I can decide on the radio station, I get to adjust the air conditioning, I get extra room for sleeping peacefully (with no danger of self destruction), AND being a resident of California, unlike the driver, can enjoy unlimited calling and texting, not to mention the luxury of using the word “driver” repeatedly.

But then, dreams will be dreams. I realized that the one place that I loved about the moving vehicle was not so lovable after all… Turns out – the view can get really crappy (literally) on days that the “driver” left the car under trees, while I can decide on the music station, the station is in no way obliged to play songs I like (and this seems to always happen within the time I enter the car (just missed fav song) to the time I exit it (fav song just started and I am running late)), the air conditioning tends to fluctuate from high to low if you don’t use the right technique, rather than smoothly transition from a slightly high to just the perfect temperature, and – if that’s not enough – you’ll have the “driver” randomly work it cos the windscreens suddenly fogged up due to your experiments. Sleeping I really cannot complain about – it is just way too comfortable, the calling can get difficult when interrupted with the need to sleep, and using the word driver, can greatly increase the possibly of an internal car accident related death.

The deal closer was the requirement to be a non paid GPS for all members of the car. Admittedly, my sense of direction leaves something to be desired, but having to mock by expecting me to focus on figuring out routes rather than finding a music station that seemed reasonably endurable is beyond the limits my pride and self respect would bend to for, what I believe, was surely prototyped by the devil himself.

The adrenaline rush of everything going wrong

The past few days have been seeing me to terribly high and excited, making everyone around me wondering what the good news was.. well what the bad news was should've been the million $$$ question!! whats with work coming to an end--> no great income --> no more great clothes and shoes, not to mention my extremely frequent vacation trips and general going out expenses...
School's pretty much done, so I need to now think of a proper job, not just an internship... Waking up at 5:30 and sleeping at midnight trying to fit in everything to 1 day.. To top it all.. life seems to be going in a different direction from the great plans I had seen for myself...

Well the adrenalin rush is still crazy high.. I don't know what I'm running on.. definitely not seen the treadmill in two weeks.. and its not the food... so I started wondering, is the excess energy or the adrenalin rush that pushes us to get things done when everything is just so wrong, able to get us such a high, that nothing can really get us down?? Or is the incapacity to think due to everything going on in life giving me no freedom to think of what is really going on around me??

Forever reason it is.. I don't have an answer.. and I cannot deny that I love it all.. the lack of sleep.. the unending stress.. and the knowledge that I can really be that superwoman I wanted to me...

Vidya's top cardinal sins

Admit it.. we all have our lil fiendish habits.. some almost always variations of the bible kind.. but then some seem to ring extra popular with me.. and I decided to list out the biggest temptations I face, and which are the source of ultimate embarrassment!!

1. Running behind something I just cant have..
Lol.. this ones a popular one.. but my interests in something is heightened upto that last second when I know I just cant get it. There might be some interest on keeping it for a little while after reaching it.. but thats not quite as exciting.. This runs from things to guys I find interesting.. I like them just out of my reach.. and then life is just soo exciting, a hindi movie pales in comparison..

2. Being extremely complicated
Underanalysis has never been a fault of my personality. I have always liked to look right into things and really see how they function... This results in coming into horrendous twisted complications that make drama pale in comparison, but then I do love life twisted and completely irrational..

3. Being the ultimate romantic
Not just in the " I would do anything for love", but really believing in the existance of a true world if you want it to exist... This is something people who know me well have often commented about.. and I love living within my own world.. It might seem totally irrational and senseless and silly, but I still love being in it.

4. Always having an object of my affection
The object can change as long as it fulfils the sin criteria #1. It could be a pair of shoes, a guy or even some great car that I know is simply out of my reach. Its always better not getting too serious, cos then living in with your own ideals become difficult, as life becomes too dependent on what you are trying to attain... But it does keep you happy, and is the secret receipe for maintaining glowing skin.

5. Loving my attention
I love attention.. in a positive way... I love it when my friends wanna know what is happening with me.. when people appreciate me.. and when I do something that I know is great!! I love the Limelight.. might be a sign of the lack of self confidence.. but i still love it..

when psychoanalysis is not just psycho

I have always been a fan of complexity.. My head goes into deep devious alleys trying to figure out about things and what they mean.. I thought my analysis had some level of efficiency.,.. till I did "THE QUIZ"..
Seemingly innocent in nature, I was quizzed about seemingly insignificant things, like my preference for chocolate to ice cream, how negetively I could see things etc., mind you.. these were yes and no qs.. as in.. How bad can you see things as? very or not at all..
On completion of a bunch of qs, I got the analysis of the 1st four.. scarily accurate.. and not in the your a happy funloving.. applies to 90% of the population kinda way... but in a serious, this is who you are kinda way.. and the level of accuracy was scary..
So natually, I did what I always do,. asked my best friend what she thought about it?? maybe since she might see that I am a lot more blatently transparent than I thought I was...
Imagine the shock when she thinks those were things I was telling her about myself.. and that the replies were from someone I had barely any knowledge of..
Well.. as she knows me better than anyone... I am forced to go by my first instinct.. that I really am not blatently transparent.. but tha hocus pocus is not always.. "hocus pocus"

Arranging the escaped marriage

A couple of us were carpooling on the way home from class.. and we were talking about everything under the sun when he goes "Vidya, is you're family hounding you about marriage now?" with a wink.. well he was joking.. but what he addressed got me thinking a little bit...
There's a lot of cynicism regarding the concept of arranged marriage in India, but then, how much different is it than going on a date with a guy you just met.. Nowadays, arranged marriage is no longer a "meet the guys picture and then marry him", it is really about knowing the guy for 6 months or a year before deciding, the best thing being that its no longer just you who is entering with a serious intent, it is the guy as well..

Coming back to arranged marriages, I started thinking more deeply on whether there was one factor, various expressions of which could explain the psychology behind most or all arranged marriages... I came up with various reasons that I have seen people enter arranged marriages for - fear of an over dominating/protective family or too much love for an over protective/dominating family, the lack of caring because you could not marry the person you loved, fear that you would end up all alone, lack of belief that you could find the person meant for you... at the end of the day.. unless you see the ideal situation of loving a person that is completely acceptable by the family - but in this case it is a love marriage in essence, an arranged marriage in its true self, I realized, is a way of escape.. Escaping from all the insecurities mentioned above... Its a way out where someone else takes a part of your responsibility, and makes the escape easier, where you can fall in love and have the security that the person you fall in love with is not gonna run out on you..

Does it work?? well never been in one.. so too early to judge..

Well coming back to the conversation.. I told him that an arranged marriage was something I would potentially enter.. and that I did not see it as a necessary evil... on the contrary.. ive seen a number of cases where it worked out pretty well... So what escape did I seek???

"That's a secret I'll never tell"

The little thing that became big

It was Sunday evening and I was finally back home.. only to realize that my old roomate had come to take her bed away, i.e. Vidya was bedless.. :(..
As the Walmart was just 5 minutes away.. I decided to go to Walmart with her to get a new bed, making Vidya = bedful..
So we walk along, and on entering decide to get the same thing she had, but with a smaller size.. I pass along and then I see this great comforter on sale (with pillow covers), and 2 great looking pillows, and this very cute table, and soda, and chips.. and before I know it, Im dragging my trolley home with a $150 bill rather than the $50..sigh sigh...
The next thing I know we reach home, and open this supposedly "easy to assemble" table - made in china consisting a variety of screws, hooks and otehr cardboard and styrofoam junk..
Proceeding to assemble the seemingly innocent looking table, we decided to screw i the foundation, so that I didnt have the whole thing slamming on my feet while i worked.. We managed to screw just half in, and wondered why the hinge was dangling at this awkward angle with no particular function...
Well Nailing in all the foundation screws, we observed that they all protruded at exactly the same length.. hmm.. complexed bewitched, I proceded to use every ounce of energy in my already aching limbs, only to have the screw move a couple of mms, but having the horrible realization that there were 5 others screws awaiting the same treatment.
We then proceeded to the next set of screws, to fix the shelves onto the table. Now either the holes in the boards were done by a blind person, or someone having a problem with a perception of depth.. for whatever the reason, we had holes drilled into areas that were completely out of sync with the rest of the configuration, which left us with randomly putting nails in at random angles to attempt making shelves on my new, already old feeling table.
We then proceeded to remodel my entire room, with old memories of being an interior designer some day (I wonder if cheap furnishing from Walmart for a great effect would have a market?).
Closing word: Make a list before shopping, for not making one definitely does not help the bill..