The dry yellow grass of Californian hills gave way to more and more trees as we entered the area of Yosemite mountains. We reached Olmstead point just after sunset and made our way towards our lodge. We stopped to eat a late lunch/early dinner (linner as we have started to call it) under the stars near Tioga Lake. We had been watching the weather and Santosh was worried about the cloud cover predicted. We saw half the sky full on stars on that night itself.
I’ve never seen my dad cry before! My grandmas, my aunts, grandad, and my mum too. I didn’t realise how much I and my getting married meant to them. It’s not a casual, nice celebration, it’s of big grand proportions of big grand and deep meaning. This overwhelmed me and I started crying too but the aachaar (pandit who does the ceremony) as well as some elders told me not to cry so I tried hard to hold it in.
..like they have punk-rock hair styles 🙂 But they are not very intelligent animals.
C.K. Meena is a columnist in The Hindu, one of India´s biggest news papers. She was my teacher when I took up a certificate course in Journalism and we soon became friends. We keep in touch and she sends me her features by email. Her writing is a real piece of Bangalore and makes me … [Read more…]
I woke up early and worked all day. Had very little lunch but instead of eating dinner at eight pm as I normally do, I went to sing with my friends until around eleven thirty in the night. I got home feeling good from the music but tired from the long day of activity. I … [Read more…]
I’m reading Wuthering Heights. The descriptions fit very well with my own surroundings. But it is such an intense book. Sometimes even absurdly so. Catherine and Heathcliff are both so passionate/crazy. It reminds me of Joker from Dark Knight which I watched only recently. These characters, except their tendencies to violence, are so crazy and intense – I quite like them! It somehow reminds me of the splinter I had in Slough. I don’t think I told you the story 🙂
There is no wholesome plant here
There is no learning
Being with the dead kills me.
There aren’t enough trees
Not enough shade
Dry dust and plastic.
In the posts that follow this, will be the letters I wrote to family and friends when I was in Edinburgh for my MSc in Neuroscience. They are of course edited for a more public audience. 10/09/2009 THE BEGINNING: PART 1 Hello! I landed in Edinburgh a couple of hours ago. It has been an … [Read more…]