" Eat, Love, Pray"

"All of life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied to a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly." --Martin Luther King Jr.

BEAUTIFUL Quote!

I have a Japanese Test tomorrow but, not being able to work… Sitting on your bed, with the warm Laptop warming your lap is such a comfortable position that it makes you a complacent and lazy moron. I am lazy and am ideally browsing the internet. I've been telling myself for quite some time now to get up, read The Economist but haven't budged. Instead, I've streamed you tube videos, successfully creating mini India right here, on my lap.

I had a relatively free today… Not tiring on the mind is what I mean to say. Or maybe it was my ignorance/indifference towards the events that made it ‘free’ as opposed to other days. Just one of those days when you’re sincerely your own master and no externalities are able to make it through to you.

I came back home so hungry that I hurriedly put pasta on a boil (extra supple, 3- minutes-and - ready -to – eat pasta) all while dropping my bag and layers of clothing at the same time. I ate this very unhealthy meal like a fat man. Sausages and scrambled eggs in protein-full accompaniment only vivify the fat man image. I’m feeling unhealthy about it already! But, the far tossed point I’m trying to make here is that when you come back from a long day of controlled eating, the hunger pangs are so sharp and well aimed that you’re ready to do anything to quell them! Any amount of fat, cheese, kebabs (and euros) for those hunger daemons to relinquish their hold on your stomach and more so, the mind!

Also, something interesting- Read Shobhaa Dé’s blog and learned of the serious blogging that exists in china and the restrictions posed on it!

Going to decode Japanese in a while… For the moment, it’s music, music and pondering.

N and N, love always.
I had another post that I’d wanted to post but thought it would be a mockery of blogging, defeating the very purpose of real, intimate, heart-felt writing. I say this is because my earlier post circled around a theme that was rather jovial and happy (like a kid who’s seen a shooting star); what I feel write now is quite the on
contrary. Today, I don’t feel so right and nothing I do seems to undo that. Thus, staying true myself, my blog and you, I post this. I save that post for another day, not sodden but light.

My stay in India is coming to an end and this day, the 20th of August 2009 asserts that it was not a satisfactory visit. Definitely not worthy of that kind of lofty imagination I’d used to foresee my days in dear old Dilli. I don’t like the morbid, melancholic tone this article is taking. Neither do I like affirming with such aplomb the unsatisfactory nature of my visit but, writing is better than moping. Also, it’s a good way to remember- my visit and laugh on the emotional upturn of this day, and for future reference, read it to feel better on another gloomy day. It’s my own boost-thy-morale mechanism. It’s working for me already.

(I’ve ended the post so brusquely that I am ashamed. The point is that it’s my blog and in my opinion it’s supposed to be something that quite simply SOOTHES. It’s done that to me and making most of it. I’m going to "move it".)