The one with the chrome grille

Exams are done. Another semester has passed. I’m four months older, but I have no idea how much wiser I am for it. Actually, I’d say I am considerably wiser. This has been one very busy sem, so if anything I’ve learned that things do not get easier with time :D

I read this article about the Fiat Linea today. Fiat will launch it sometime early next year. It will go head to head with the Honda City, Ford Fiesta, Maruti SX4 et al. And honestly, I think it’s the best looking car in its segment. There’s something about Italian cars. They’re beautiful. No other words. Just beautiful. Even the ones that aren’t easy on the eye will end up grabbing your attention. I guess it’s in their blood. The Italians have been masters of aesthetics and proportions ever since da Vinci put brush to canvas. You’ll never see something as radical as a Swift or as boring as a Corolla roll off an Italian assembly line. (Even the really boxy ones like the Fiat 124/Premier 118 have some redeeming qualities. They look noble and imposing from some angles) It’s another matter that until recently all those pretty Italian cars would break down at a moment’s notice. But they’ve been getting better all through this decade, which is a good thing. Art that you can live with.

One thing that struck me about the Linea is the fake chrome grille. Very few modern cars can actually pull off a full chrome grille. Some do away with the grille all together (A-Star, Spark), some have a barely-there grille (new Fiesta). Most have chrome bordering a black/body colour grille. But chrome on the Linea looks elegant, not overdone.

It reminds me of our car back home. We have a Premier Padmini/Fiat 1100-D. When it was launched back in the ‘60s it had a full chrome grille too. I love that car. Just thinking about it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and nostalgic. The fact is that older cars have soul. Some quirks that you get used to, that make them more endearing.

Call me old-fashioned, but I’d much rather have a column-shift than a floor-shift. You can actually feel the gears in this car slot into place, instead of the slick-but-vague feedback an 800 gives you (and I can’t really compare it with anything else, since these are the only two cars I’ve driven) Yes, it is very underpowered. But how fast are you going to go in the city anyway? You barely floor the accelerator and you’re already at the next signal. Or there’s some fool cow on the road. Plus, the engine’s simple enough that pretty much any mechanic anywhere can fix it. And it’s much safer than half the vehicles on the road. I don’t see any reason why I should get a new car.

In other news, I’m reading the compulsive confessor’s book right now. It’s very light and breezy, like her blog. And I like that the protagonist doesn’t refer to herself in the plural in the chapter title, the way eM does in her blog. I guess we all do that from time to time. It just seems more flattering to refer to yourself in the plural. (Note to self: If I do write a book as well, I can’t title the chapters “The one with…” I need to come up with something new)

My ticket back home is still in RAC. Hope it gets confirmed soon. Fingers crossed!

The one with the background music

The semester is winding to an end, and I’ll be back home in exactly six days. And the weather is just as glorious as ever. In fact, it’s even colder now and I’m starting to appreciate things I didn’t mention in my other post about the winter. Like even though the water coming out of the geyser can be scalding, it’s actually better this way. Or that concrete is a reasonably good insulator (Okay, fine. There’s nothing romantic about the temperature going below 10°C at night. Happy?)

Really, there’s very little to upset me right now. Yes, my exams are going on. And yes, there is that extremely crazy terrorist attack on Bombay (which seemed to have ended, but not quite) But then, exams are a part of life when you’re a student. And as far as Bombay goes, well, just remember that far more people die on the road in that very same city every year. I mean, yes it is a despicable act. But how many of your freedoms are you willing to forego in the long run, to defend yourself from something that may or may not happen? Remember that at the end of the day most people are living longer, healthier and happier lives on an average. If you live in urban India you’ve got a better chance of developing diabetes than of dying in a terrorist attack. What do you say about that?

All I’m saying is that let’s not go overboard here. Yes, we need to take some action. Yes, we can’t let this keep happening. But tackling terrorism needs a change in the whole system, a change in people’s mindset. Cursing the terrorists and then promptly forgetting everything about it when the crisis blows over won’t cut it anymore. And since my blog isn’t the place to talk about this kind of stuff, I’ll stop here.

I watched Casino Royale again last week. And ever since, I’ve been compulsively listening to the title song, “You Know My Name”. Hell, I’ve even made the chorus of the song my ringtone. I’ve realized that what life really needs is background music. I guess every blogger must’ve been tagged at least once to make a soundtrack for his/her life. But just think how cool it would be if you could have the Mission Impossible theme playing while you work on a tough paper. And then have the Ode to Joy play after you hand in your answer sheet and walk out of the exam hall. “Danger Zone” when you’re stuck in rush hour traffic. Think of the possibilities!

Maybe all those iPod junkies have the right idea. Create your own mood wherever you go. And with the insanely huge memories that these portable players can have, it isn’t bloody difficult. And they have earphones, so that what’s in your head stays in your head. (Now I know what I want for my next birthday!)

Hopefully, I’ll squeeze in another post before I go back home. But if I don’t, this is my last post of the year from Pune! (And that’s what you should do with life itself. Make the little things seem big so you actually want to do them :D)

The one with the rest of my life

It's always fun to talk to Undefeated. She gives me perspective, and she claims I give her perspective as well (you'd think we were a couple of giant mirrors. Okay, one average-sized and one small mirror. Don't tell her though. She's touchy about her lack of "tallness" :D)

Anyway, there's this one thing I told her on Sunday that's coming back to haunt me.

"In six months, you're going to have to face the rest of your life"

She graduates in April and she's not quite sure what to do next. But the reason it's coming back to haunt me is this. I can't believe I was still in school only three years ago. It almost feels like it happened in another lifetime. But more importantly, when I graduate in three years will I be ready to face the rest of my life? I mean, all my life I've been trapped in this cocoon. I haven't ever had to go out and fight for myself or live in the real world, so to speak. And when I chose to do an integrated Master's program, I bought myself more time in an idealized world, where everything works (for the most part) and life is cushy.

My capacity to fight on, to try and hold on to the past surprises me. Scares me, actually. The only reason I've stopped going to my old school to meet my teachers is that the school itself has changed so much. It's like some monstrosity that hires out its premises for "coaching classes" and does whatever it can to get corporate funding. The only people I'm really close to outside my family are people I've known from school. Granted, it's probably my fault for not getting to know the people here in college better, but I don't know how to proceed when this is what my roommate has to say about me (check out the comments as well). And yes, a substantial portion of the time I spend on the phone is with a girl I'm supposedly over. (I don't know for sure if I am, so don't ask)

I don't know. Maybe this post isn't so much about the rest of my life as it is about the things I'm afraid of in the present. Maybe exam season, and the weather are getting to me. Maybe I just need to blow off some steam. I'm gonna go get a double shot of espresso and play darts.

The one with the maroon lampposts

I apologise for an earlier post where I said there was no way that the development work for the Commonwealth Youth Games would be completed as scheduled. As it turned out it did happen as per schedule, and now the road outside my hostel is a smooth, wide 4-laner. Sweet!

What’s even better is that they’ve put up new lampposts and benches on the pavement. These aren’t your run-of-the-mill silver lampposts, or flat benches. No sir, the lamps have pseudo-wrought metalwork, and the benches have curved metal armrests. Also, this road is filled with Central Govt. establishments, whose compound walls have all been painted brick-red very recently. Plus it’s a very green part of the city and not too many people live here. The result is a road that's so much easier on the eyes. I daresay it even looks faintly colonial. However, the lampposts have been painted maroon and that just looks wrong.

It’s fun to sit on one of these benches and watch traffic whizz by, watch the sun set, the sky slowly fade to darkness, feel the chill of the evening creep up on you, try to recognise the constellations overhead (I was interested in astronomy while I was in school). Later in the evening, you put on a sweater, fold your arms across your chest to keep your hands warm and keep watching. You see everything, and yet you see nothing. When I’m sitting on a bench and watching is when the loneliness really hits me. I mean, I can totally picture me there with a girl, both of us in warm-ish clothing, my arm over her shoulder, sitting on one of these benches. It kinda makes sense that Valentine’s day is in February. The romance of the past three cold months needs dramatic release, and that’s exactly what happens. (By that logic, there should be another Valentine’s day in August for the Southern hemisphere. Wonder if anybody else has thought of that…)

As far as I’m concerned, winter is most definitely the most romantic season of all. I like the crisp air in my nostrils when I step out in the morning, the clear skies at night, the warm clothing. Mostly the clothing. Personally, I find sport jackets and overcoats sexy, sweaters laidback, and sweatshirts casual without trying too hard. Plus, it never goes below 20°C in Madras, so any kind of cold weather is exotic! (Although technically it can’t be winter when the maximum temperature is around 30°C, can it? That’s what the weather is like in Pune now. Weird.)

There’s something very captivating about the idea of caressing a hot latte in your hands on a cold evening, maybe even making it Irish to deal with the weather. I haven’t been able to shake it out of my head all week (and the milky crap they serve in the canteen doesn’t help matters) It’s been nearly a month since I last went to a coffee shop, and I guess it shows :D And of course, ice cream doesn’t ever taste as good as it does on a cold night. Neither does soup. Mmmm, noodle soup [Note: Friends reference ;) ]…

Really, the only thing that can mess up cold weather for me is the cold virus. And being the virus magnet that I am, I’ve caught my third cold in as many months. You might say I deserve it for my late-night ice cream runs. But I don’t care. Ice cream on a cold night is just too good to pass up!

The one with the stretchable time

The words just don't seem to flow these days. Verbal constipation, of sorts. So I'm just going to write about random things that have been happening to me, and you'd better like it.

Although to be honest, not many random things happen to me. My life is just too organized and set in its ways for random things to happen. So scratch that, I'm just going to write about things that have been happening here.

First and foremost, Chitra gave me the first six seasons of Scrubs while I was in Madras a couple of weeks back (Bless the LAN in IIT-M!) And another friend over here in Pune gave me the first 9 seasons of Friends (I don't particularly like the 10th season. It has a very rushed feel to it, making it very obvious that they were wrapping up the series)

Anyway, after watching over 100 episodes of one and all 236 of the other, I'd have to say Scrubs seems the more "natural" show. With Friends, it always seems as if one character is setting the other up for a joke. Whereas in Scrubs the comedy, even though it's more over-the-top, seems to flow more naturally. (Okay, I watch too many sitcoms. Happy?)

My institute hosted a conference last week, on "Trends in Modern Biology" We had scientists who'd come in from SOKENDAI Japan, TIFR and other places in and around Pune. I was a volunteer at the event, and I went to the airportto receive some of the delegates. After we'd introduced ourselves, one of the delegates said "Hira means diamond, doesn't it? I feel very rich here!" Her name was Hirata :-)

It wasn't all positive though. When we said we'd send them a car sometime around 8 the next morning, the leader of the delegation said "Sometime around 8? Indian time!" And they all laughed. So, yes, the whole world knows about Indian Stretchable Time. Remember that the next time you fix an appointment with someone abroad.

The conference itself was fun. Although some lectures were kinda technical and filled with jargon, it was pretty easy to follow for the most part. Plus all our lectures had been cancelled, which was even better. The flip side however is that I'm working both today and tomorrow. Even though officially both days are holidays. It's a low blow, but then again it isn't as though anybody in the hostel had planned something big for Deepavali. An atom bomb at 3 am to wake up all the poor souls who imagined they'd get some rest. That sounds about right ;-)

And on that note, I shall be off. Have a safe Deepavali!

Note: Since I'm just that much of a Friends nut, all posts till the new year will have titles like episodes of the show. Love it or leave it :-P

...where we try to slip back into the blogosphere silently

I realize I've been M.I.A. for over three weeks. Many apologies. I don't have an excuse of any kind, except maybe blogger's block. But I'm back, and I'm not gonna disappear again without giving you a heads-up.

Since I'm not one to do anything with a bang, least of all a comeback, I'm doing the tag I was tagged with twice, by pseudo and sia. However, since I'm not a big fan of tags I'm not tagging anyone else. This tag dies with me!

The rules for the tag are:

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?

Denial, I guess. Of her betrayal, and of our relationship. If she's truly sorry, I might take her back.

2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?

Dunno, probably one where I beat Schumacher in a Ferrari on a wet track!

3. Whose butt would you like to kick?

A lot of people I know, but I don't want to name names. Plus hooligans with those tricked out exhaust pipes that sound like they're driving a piece of heavy machinery.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?

Buy my own Formula 1 team! And use what's left over for research into alternate fuels.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?

I already did, sort of. And it's a very tricky situation when that happens.

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?

Being loved, of course. As long as it's not some weirdo stalker-type. I'm not gonna be a martyr for love!

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?

Till the seas curdle over and the sky falls on my head (hey, if I'm gonna be a martyr I'm gonna do it right!)

8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?

Walk away, with "Raindrops keep falling on my head" playing in the background. (yep, I'm one for filmy situations!)

9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?

Rational education for everyone. Everything else would fall in place if people could just think.

10. What takes you down the fastest?

Emotional pain. Whether it happens to me or anybody else.

11. Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?

I hope its in some sort of career related to science and the media. And hopefully in a relationship of some sort

12. What’s your fear?

Being told that all of my self-doubts are actually true.

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?

(Considering that I've been tagged twice and I know pseudo personally, I'm just going to write about sia) Peppy, vibrant and wants to speak her mind. At least that's what she's like in the blogosphere.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?

depends on how rich is rich and how poor is poor... :D

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?

Lie in bed silently cursing the fact that I have to wake up.

16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?

Somewhat unlikely, but everything else being equal it'd have to be the one I can connect with better.

17. Would you give all in a relationship?
Totally. Eventually, you find out that that's the only way.
18. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?

I might forgive, I probably won't forget. I would most likely try to block the whole thing frm my memory.

19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?

A relationship for sure. I'm needy! :D

And that's all for now. I'll be back soon at a computer near you!