Lots happening. College has begun. I am now a high-nosed S.Y.B.A student, vastly superior to all midget First Years. I am majoring in English, and have psychology and philosophy as minors. It's good good good to be back in routine, for all that I have to re-work my entire sleep-schedule. I have missed philosophy class. Ok, I missed our gorgeous professor :) No, really. He's nearly 60, and once you get past the constant sarcasm and commenting, he is every kind of hot. We have Applied Ethics this year and I shall be studying ethics in environment, in medicine etc. Haven't had any Honours classes yet, but we have Chekov's 'The Cherry Orchard' as one of our texts. And 'Animal Farm' for the General paper. YAY!!

What's Your Japanese Name?

Your Japanese Name Is...

Hiroko Yamaguchi

What's" your Japanese Name?

Exhausted. I've been slammed face-to-face with two years worth of fears and decisions. Affecting work very badly. It's been a shaky week. Thinking too much. Have to re-focus on focussing.

Your Personality Is Like Acid

A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict.One moment you're in your own little happy universe...And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!

http://www.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/">What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are very passionate and quite temperamental. While you can be moody, you always crave comfort. You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds. You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you're a bit full of yourself. Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You'll get through wild times - and you'll textually enjoy it. For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/">Inside the Room of Your Soul

Listen...

When flesh is linked with eager flesh
And words run warm and full
I think that he is loneliest then
The captive in the skull.

Caught in a mesh of living veins
In a cell of padded bone,
He loneliest is, when he pretends
That he is not alone.

-Ogden Nash

i think i lost it....my head I mean

Is there anything more annoying than eagerly checking your cell-phone for new msgs....and finding IDEA CHITCHAT and 73337333 on the list? Advertising 'hot ringtones' and FIFA updates etc etc etc and so forth (please think Yul Brynner accent). I mean, I could be waiting for a Very Important Message from The Guy I Haven't Seen Since Yesterday Evening. HMPH!!

My Two-Year-Itch-of -Self-Imposed-Singledom may finally be over. Don't jump yet, my dears. There has been a four day avalanche on the Dynamo's head. She is still recovering and isn't quite her normal, flippant, hyper-aggravating self yet. She is having sudden attacks of The Blush Syndrome and is quite unable to stop smiling. She has also paced the floor of her bedroom down by an inch. That's the latest. This is Dynamo, self-reporting from The Swivel Chair.

Fall

I traced you in a dream

As you stood abashed
On an opium stage
There I ran
Touched you
Learnt you..

You the vessel
I, soft liquid
Soaked in your skin

You the mirror
I, cracked glass
With all your broken pieces

How strange to have what
I coveted for so long

And how hard I fought the flow
That led me to you

Have I told you
You're part of the rain?
Pressing against me with
Lingering certainty.

Did you know I found you
In gilt fingerprints
I made?

You breathed in that dream, didn't you?
I did too.

Second yr admissions happened today. But of course I have to go back tomorrow to pay fees. Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!Horrible room without any ventilation!
It doessn't help that I slept between the hours of 5 am and 8 am this morning....only. Had long talk with S online. Confusing, personal and very satisfying talk (scratches head, makes face, sighs).
Then I talked to Neha who of course wanted a re-hash of the S conversation(girlfriends i tell you). Then I decided to fill out my admission form. Between dancing around to 'fanaa' and thinking....it was 5 am when I turned out the light. Almost immediately, my cell-phone went off. Bizarre message from Debs.
All in all, sleep and I did not have a mutually satisfying, adult relationship last night.

Laa-ing in La La Land

I have been doing some serious calculations.

No. of days since I have kissed/been kissed: 767
No. of times I have danced to 'mera desh rangeela' in my room since yesterday: 19
No. of times I've looked at my cell-phone and sighed since yesterday: 1142
No. of times I've rehearsed different scenarios of what I'll say to S: 666
No. of hairs that sadly bade farewell to my head during my oil-massage: 102
No. of times I've logged into Google and Orkut since yesterday: 17

I have discovered the secret of un-boredom. Consider sleeping as a major activity.

Ok, so I nearly crashed into a wall while parking. It's the Society's fault for making parking spaces with Kate Hudson vital stats. I have my good moments with the car but Saturday morning traffic and a jabbering six-year-old in the back seat....I'd rather let Raju drive and feel useless.
I miss Samar. Totally absurd. The guy is an encyclopedia on classical music, Indian history, Indian epics and a bit of wildlife. He has no clue how to hug! Seriously!!! He's improved thanks to the tireless efforts of yours truly (it's purely altruistic of course). He talks on unbrokenly and...well...he isn't always the greatest listener. And yet, he's strangely accepting of my...um..less than sane moments. Sweet, exasperatingly literal and self-focussed. And such beautiful fingers.

Moving on from my fetish...
I GOT THE DISNEY ANIMATION BOOK. PRESENT FROM WICKED STEPMOTHER FOR MY RESULTS. Thank you thank you a million a times. I might even get a distinction next time. Hee.

Isn't it Loverly

Our housekeeper, 3 maids, gardener, the manager of our building and Raju are having a squall-competition in our defunct living-room over their Secret Moneymaking Scheme. I haven't the heart to tell them to shut up, as it is they consider me one of them.
Moving on...

After results yesterday, got plenty of phone calls from neighbours and relatives...and the Gestapo. They of course called from the U.S. Right in the middle of TnT and about 6 customers. Very happy they are, a bit disbelieving of course....'she is a weak student after all blah blah.' Dad did a salsa around the office, Shuchita cried with relief, Mum bought half of Nerja a round of drinks. My favourite great-aunt said 'phail korli naki?' I said 'na, first-class peyechhi.' She said, 'oi eki holo.' See why I love her!

TnT got a gorgeous book called 'The Illusion of Life.' It's basically the history of Disney. Did you know that Mickey's voice is Walt Disney's own? And that the artists actually sat for hours in front of mirrors experimenting with facial expressions before drawing them on characters?
I am marrying that book, since I can't afford it. The rest of you are allowed one affair each!

The nicest part of yesterday...nicer even than the meat-full dinner at La Dolce Vita...was Conversation with S. A good half-hour chat on the kitchen telephone with spooky echoes. Some personal, some 'Da Vinci Code'-ic type subjects were discussed. It was warm and comforting, lots of verbal hugs. I went to sleep smiling...and feeling smooth and defenceless. Maybe it was the combination of vodka, meat and tiredness. Maybe it was that it was night and everything, including my voice was quiet and shadowed. And yet so clear.

Yay

First Year results out. I have got a First Class. And enough to major in English. Yay!! Have been dashing off mails to all those who would want to know.

Our house is being re-modelled, all these days the computer sat, masked and taped...and looking. I have missed blogging. Writing hadn't stopped though. Another slight installment on 'Bookshop' has been scribbled.
A lot happened these last 2 weeks. I went to 'Not Just Jazz by the Bay' to hear Pink Noise and watch Jivraj play. I enjoyed it, sharp-edged, surprising music, some gorgeous guitar-work from Amyt. And I am so very proud of Jivraj.
Work started from the 16th. I have discovered blurry managerial skills in myself. Working with 2 new people who are set to be temporary is a revelation. Janaki's been away and Geeta and I have gotten even closer :) She's leaving at the end of June. I am setting aside a day of mourning before that so I'll be ok on her last day. Hopefully.
I have been terribly edgy with S. And I've been hiding. It's hard to be as tender with him as I'd like. But I'm concentrating on it. I've given myself license to be as devoted, overwhelming, affectionate as I like.