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Sharing my world

Cee’s questions for the week:

What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? 

I want to visit the Himalayas.  I am not exactly sure where in the Himalayas, probably Mt. Kailash and Manasarovar.  But the catch is this:  I want to go there alone.  I don’t want to go there as a tourist, but as a spiritual journey.  I am not clear on what it is that I seek, but I feel a tug every time I read about or see or hear of the Himalayas in books, movies and conversations.  Perhaps it is merely a romantic fantasy.

How often do you get a haircut?

Like I have hair to cut.  I have never been well-endowed outside my skull (some would argue, inside as well, but the judgement is reserved on that one), but things went south fairly rapidly after delivery of my one and only. Now I have hair on my head which could be counted on two hands and two feet.  I still pretend to have it trimmed once a year or so, just so the bottom does not look like a rat’s tail.

In regards to puzzles what’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, word search or numeric puzzles?

Word search.  Jigsaw next.  Crossword after. Numeric puzzles, only under extreme duress.

How many cities have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities.

Chennai (India), Syracuse (NY), Gaithersburg (MD), Chantilly (VA), Dallas (TX).

Grateful for : End of hormonal crap, surge of work energy, half a kilo lost.

Looking forward to:  More work to be completed.

Extremely pleased about: My article to be included in a chapter of “Family Resource Management”, a text-book co-authored by Sylvia Asay who is a professor at University of Nebraska at Kearney.  Yay.

Sharing my world

Through Cee’s questions.

How many languages do you speak?

English and Tamil fluently.

I love to speak in Hindi, although I am not very good at it, my main problem is knowing the gender of nouns – nouns in both English and Tamil are not associated with gender, so, using gender address for inanimate nouns is an alien concept to me. I have the same problem with German as well. There is largely no logic to the assignment of gender to nouns as well.

I have a serious problem with people mocking those who speak an alien language with mistakes. When I was in grad school, there was a Tamilian girl, who would make it a point to speak in Hindi with the North Indian friends. There was a Bengali girl who was pretty snarky about G’s Hindi, and I thought it that was unfair. I once told her that G is making an attempt to learn and practice a language alien to her. Has she (M) even bothered to speak in anything but Hindi? Needless to add, M stopped talking to me.

Back in grad school, a friend tried to teach me Telugu, I learnt it enough to understand when someone talks, but I can’t talk. It is my dream to be able to talk in German some day.

I love languages. All of them. Even the click languages. Especially the click languages.

What are you reading, watching, listening to, eating?

Reading: Eggs, beans and Crumpets (PGW), for the umpteenth time.

Last night we watched the movie, Vertical Limit during family time. On a regular basis, I follow “The Big Bang Theory” although it has lost all its juice.

Listening to Silence.

Eating: I had sathu maa kanji (a protein gruel thing) for breakfast this morning.

What was the last photo you took with your phone?

This was taken in the beach last weekend.
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What is your favorite time of day?
Any time I am working – on my job, on the blog, on the yard, in the gym.
Least favourite time: Any time in the kitchen.

Grateful for: A peaceful week.

Looking forward to: Getting a lot of work done.

Sharing my world

Thank you, Cee.

When you’re alone at home, do you wear shoes, socks, slippers, or go barefoot?

I love to walk barefoot. Especially in summer, when the coolness of the cement floor (we have red oxide cement floor in our house) is bliss. I love the contact between my body and the earth.  Unfortunately, I have very rough and dry feet, which, perhaps due to static, have fatal attraction to micrometric particulates.  In effect, my feet are natural dust mops, so letting me walk for ten minutes on any apparently clean surface will show you that  “apparent” cleanliness is filthy ! But I can live with dirty feet (no, I can’t, but let’s say I can), what is more painful is that the dust collects on the microscopic prints on my feet for eternity, and it takes nuclear grade pedicure to clean them.  So, I wear flip flops at home.   But sometimes, when no one is watching, and I feel a hot flash coming on, I stealthly place my feet on the ground and feel the ecstacy.

What was your favorite food when you were a child?

Don’t judge me.  Rice.  I have always loved rice.  Not mixed rice, not fried rice, not lemon rice, not tamarind rice, but white rice.  Preverably with a dollop of ghee (clarified butter).  And with salted and asafoetida’ed lentils (“paruppu sadam”).  Or runny rasam rice.  Or curd rice.  My staff of life is rice.  I have reduced the quantity of rice I eat now, but I need rice.  In my childhood, in my adulthood, probably in my senility as well.

Are you a listener or talker?

Obvious .  Listener.  I think there are far too many talkers in this world, so I am content to be a listener. Besides, I am a terrible conversationist.

Favorite thing to (pick one):  Photograph?  Write? Or Cook?

In order of my favourite activity:  Write, write and write.  Photograph may come somewhere along the bottom of a long list made largely of “write”.  But cooking – ha !  The only reasons Cee asked this question could be that it was not aimed for me, she doesn’t know me, and she is too far away for me to bonk her on her noggin.

Grateful for:  A relatively peaceful week.

Looking forward to: Getting a lot of work done this week.

Sharing my world

There will be more sharing my world this week than answering  Cee.  Some of it may be rants that are characteristic of the privileged lot who not only have multiple square meals a day, but also leisure to complain about inanities of life.

First, Cee’s questions:

Would you rather live where it is always hot or always cold?

Can I have moderate please?  I was born and raised (and live) in a city where the three seasons are summer, summer and summer.  I lived a few years in a city where the three seasons were winter, winter and winter.  If I had to choose, I’d go for summer, although I can’t take heat more than what we experience in my coastal city.  I once visited Bhopal in peak summer for a week and was sure I was going to die.

So…in all, I prefer heat to cold, but not too much.

Do you prefer long hair or short hair for yourself?

I am a South Indian woman.  I have hair on my head that can be counted in two minutes.  My scalp shows.  No amount of care would allow it to grow any longer than my shoulder.  What little hair I have curls in different directions, giving me the “just woke up” look all the time.

Needless to say, my yearning through most of my life has been to have long, silky hair that reaches my butt. Hair that I can braid and wear jasmine strands without the flowers plucking out what little hair I have on my head.  My mother-in-law and sister-in-law have such hair.  I used to be very jealous of their hair.

Now, I couldn’t care less. Sour grapes.

What is your favorite month of the year?

December and January.  They are most pleasant in my city weatherwise.  Besides, at the cusp was born my kid.

What is the easiest way for your to learn something new?  By reading, by seeing and doing, in a classroom?  

Classroom.  I love classroom.  I miss classroom.

Grateful for:  I really don’t know.  I have had a pretty bad weekend with some bad news on the family front.  Perhaps I am glad it is over.

Looking forward to:  Working out.  I already upped my work out schedule by end last week, I hope to get it further up this week.

I won’t complain after all.  Answering these questions have stopped the stories in my mind.  Thank you, Cee.

 

 

 

Sharing my world

From Cee.

Wanting something to quench your thirst, what would you drink?

Clay-pot-water-health-benefitsWater.  My first choice is water kept in earthernware pot (paanai thanni), drunk from a copper or silver tumbler.

Second choice: Water with ice, drunk from a glass.

The latter does not quench thirst like the former.

If I must have some sort of flavouring, I’d go for cold panagam (water sweetened with jaggery and spiced with cardamom and dry ginger) or sweetened lemon juice.  Both are refreshing, but loaded with calories.

Complete this sentence:  Never In My Life Have I…. 

  • climbed a mountain (edited to add: no that’s not true.  I have climbed the Tirupathi mountain more than once.  What I have not done perhaps is moutaineering type of climbing, not climbing through steps)
  • gone in a ship
  • hitched a ride with a stranger
  • flirted
  • walked the ramp
  • worn a bikini
  • used a tampon
  • run a marathon
  • bunjee jumped
  • ridden a helicopter
  • explored a cave

Lots more….not sure if I would do any of these in future either….

If you could be given any gift what would it be?

I don’t like the idea of gifts.  Makes me feel obligated. My friends and family are usually exasperated about what to gift me.  But if I must accept a gift, I’d like it to be an expensive perfume – Chanel types.

What do you do if you can’t sleep at night? Do you count sheep, toss and turn, or get up and try to do something productive?

That has rarely happened.  I can dose off anytime anyplace.  Now, whether that sleep is healthy or addled with crazy dreams is a different matter altogether.  On the rare occasion that I can’t sleep, I count breath.  I am usually out by the time I have counted 15 outbreaths.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Grateful that pms is over.  Looking forward to 15 days of relative mental quiet.

Sharing my world

Answering Cee 

When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pencil or pen?

The horror.

I have a lot to be thankful for about technology, the most important and irreplaceable thing being – I don’t have to hand write anything anymore.  Hallelujah.

I have always had horrible handwriting.  My teachers were exasperated in school with me – how can an otherwise intelligent and sincere kid be such a bad hand-writer, was the constant refrain.  My chemistry teacher (a terror of sorts) made me write a page of stuff in English and submit to her every day in my eleventh class, with the hope of reforming me, but gave it up as a bad job within a week.  My Tamil teacher (another terror of sorts) made me write one page of Tamil every day for months before giving up on me.  Cheques have been dishonoured because my signature varies on an hourly basis.  When I write on the white board in my daughter’s room, attempting to teach her something, she has this look of “what’s that squiggly thing there?” about her.

I have tried writing using ink pens, ball point pens, sketch pens, calligraphy pens, lead pencils, colour pencils,  crayons, charcoal – name it.  I have tried writing over lines in ruled notebooks, between lines, in unruled notebooks, on bond paper, on chart paper, on black boards, on white boards….none has made a difference in my life.

When I touched the keyboard of my guide’s computer to type out my master’s project report when I was in my first grad school, I knew I had arrived.  God bless technology.

Would you rather be an amazing dancer or an amazing singer? 

Dancer.  Because I am already a singer (although not “amazing”), and not by choice.  My family always pushed me to sing because that was what was “expected of me” and just because my ancestors had good singing voices.  Singing is a chore to me.

If you were on a debate team, what subject would you relish debating? 

I used to be on the debate club in school.  I could argue at will on any topic.  I could argue for a topic for ten minutes, then turn around and argue against the topic with equal verve.  A sort of intellectual masturbation.  The dusty file in my father’s house has many certificates proclaiming my debating skills.

I don’t like to debate and argue any more.  I don’t need to prove my point to anyone.  Half the time, I don’t even have a point to prove.  What was that you said – a pink crow?  Oh yes, you are right.

What are you a “natural” at doing? 

I seriously don’t know.  I am tempted to say that writing comes naturally to me, but that is half-truth.  I can’t write in all genres, for instance.  I am dismal with fiction.  I can’t write poetry that doesn’t rhyme.  I can’t quote Nietszhe and not sound like a pretentious prick. So, no…I don’t know.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Grateful for a relatively peaceful week.

Looking forward:  Umm..it’s going to be PMS week, so I am not really looking forward to anything.

 

Sharing my world

Cee is back in action.

Have you ever participated in a distance walking, swimming, running, or biking event? Tell your story.

Like every couple in the world, my better half and I have some things in common, some not quite.  Topping the “common” list is our proclivity to walking.  Thankfully, we live in a  neighbourhood that is conducive to walks, so we walk. A lot.  On an average day, we step on it for 8-10 kilometres (5-6 miles), but we are known to have walked for 20 kms (12 miles) in one stretch.  We don’t speed walk.  We merely walk at a comfortable pace.  On days that we have issues to thrash out (aka fight about), we take longer walks, because being out in the open makes us more careful about the tone we use to each other.  When I had gone to my gynaecologist recently for some ovarian problem, she said “start walking a lot”.  I merely rolled my eyes at her.

I love swimming. I do a mean butterfly and am good at floating on my back and backstroke.  Again, no speed, but stamina.  I haven’t swum in a few years now because the swim cap makes my hair fall out in clumps, and I don’t have much to start off with.  The local pool won’t let me get into the water without a swim cap.

I hate running.

Not a fan of biking.

Name one thing not many people know about you.

I have been blogging for 12 years.  There is not much of me that is private ! This perhaps:  I have developed a slight squint in the past few years.  It bothered me earlier, now I couldn’t care less.

What is your favorite flower?

Jasmine.

Things I want to have in my home (paintings, hot tubs, book cases, big screen tv etc)

More leg space.  The house has too much furniture right now.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Grateful for:  A quiet week, with no mishaps.

Looking forward to:  Getting over the flu or whatever crap this is.