Thursday, July 24, 2008

noted

So cliched, but its so easy being mean..

Its easy to ignore people and their moods and carry on life the way you want to

bleach in the pool does not smell the same as bleach in the kitchen.

Almost all Indians who swim, swim incorrectly. And create excessive splashing in the pool. Why is that? Did all the coaches go to one single convention and come back resolving to teach everyone the wrong technique? In case you're wondering, I swim the wrong way too..but trying to correct it.

Sort of keep coming back to the whole 'its easy being mean' funda.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Is the internet bad for science

Asks a news line in my inbox.
Well I don't know, but all I know is Thank God for the internet and interlibrary express loans. Otherwise I would never have dreamed of graduating in the amount of time I dream to. :)

Of course, I don;t know another way. My researching days started only after the internet became as essential and easily available as air. So its the only way I know.

Returning Decades

I got my first Glamour magazine in the mail today. It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be..their free tote bag was in fact better. But this issue did give me a useful piece of information.

The 90s are back. That gives me even more reason to wallow in nostalgia...the things I did and the things I missed out on.

Speaking of which, seems to me I missed the biggest trend in the 90s by hating boybands..but sorry thats not something i'm willing to do, even though the 90s are supposedly back.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Random recruiter tales

A random recruiter probably got my contact information off one of the associations I am registered for. And now he keeps calling me every 4 months, asking me how much I have progressed and if I am getting such and such experience on my resume. I think I was just too kind when I talked to him before and said I will sent him some information, but now he just acts like he's my boss.. he asked me to send him my CV, something I haven't even looked at myself, so he could work on it. Dude! I am not ready. Back off! I just keep telling him I have no idea when I will graduate but he just doesnt get it as a sign to push off. Maybe its time to be more direct.And tell him I have little, if any, respect for people who use their initials as their names in professional settings.

Monkey off my back

A recently got rid of a 'monkey off his back' when he took an exam he had to for a long time. I need to get two monkeys off my back. I don't understand why I am so incredibly slow when writing. I wonder how long it normally takes for people to write one manuscript. Going by the emails, one of them has been on my back for 3 weeks and the other for bluddy 4 years. The second one is just too much data and something I certainly don't want to do.
But must get both the monkeys off my back.. Have to get the printouts today and send them out to the other authors.

Monkey! Get off my Back!

Sunday, July 13, 2008

not a word you hear everday

Bucolic . So much more interesting than the vanilla 'rural'.

Then why does it remind me of a cow's stomach?

Possible apple tree

That tree in the backyard? Might be an apple tree.. it had some very pretty blossoms in the fall and now has apple-y fruit. Don't eat those apples though.. the squirrels will get to them anyway.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Puppies or weddings pictures?

Back in 1992 when I was a 12 yr old my youngest aunt was getting married in much pomp and all. Hours passed, and me and my sister dutifully fulfilled the roles of little flower girls, distributing flowers to one and all and generally having a ball throwing attar on women's silk sarees and akshata on bald men's heads. (of course there was some conflict resolution going on on the side..we had decided that the war between the TN team and the KB team had dragged on too long and a wedding was the perfect time to broker a peace deal).

While all that was real good fun nothing, really nothing, could come even a close second to 6 cuddly newborn puppies. I was 12 and my sister 10. Our maternal uncles ( who by the way were 19 and 22 at the time) convinced us that it would be superfun to go to another relatives house and name the 6 cuddly newborn puppies, and as a bonus, we would also meet Gauri, Shammi and Chikki. (Chikki was the puppies mom, Shammi HER mom and Gauri was the spinster grandaunt of the puppies).

We thought we'd be able to cut across to Bandra from Dadar, name the pups and come right back for the pictures, so we all slunk out. And off we went. But tell me, can a 12 or 10 year old keep track of time when something THIS cute is in her hands?


I blame my uncles for not keeping track of time.. and not taking us back to the wedding hall in time for my aunt's wedding pictures.. but honestly.. take a look at those puppies again.. you think a 22 year old guy can keep track of time surrounded by those cuties? I don't think so.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Conflict resolution is mentally and emotionall draining, but it is your calling..