I just got over my jet lag. Yes, this time I was hit pretty hard. Getting up everyday, until two days ago at 2:30 in the morning and then walking around feeling like my head swallowed a rock that was weighing down on my eyes all day. Weird description perhaps but if you can imagine it then that's how I felt. But the diligent, hardworking kid that I am (oh Come On! humor me), most of my waking, reasonably clear headed moments were spent preparing for my research proposal seminar.
I had to give a public seminar on my research proposal. Nerve racking is how I would describe it in a word. A bunch of students, professors and ofcourse my committee was present. It went well I think. Got some good questions and tried to give some good answers. Except, there was this one professor who was in ballistic mode but I managed to dodge all the missiles she was shooting at me. Anyways, as the saying goes "All is well that ends well".
But, alas! good endings don't happen all the time, sometimes not even good beginnings. My point being---
I have a serious, major crush on someone. I am hook, line and sinker in crush. Yes, crush is a good word for now. Desire, love....too intense and dramatic! It is so bad that I am having conversations with him in my head. Yikes! (and I thought I was avoiding drama). The sad part is, many girls feel the same way about him and it is double sad that I don't hold a significant presence in his life either *sigh*. One of those, one way, long distance crushes doomed to fail from the start *sigh again*.
And call this being self-destructive if you must, but I am listening to Norah Jones singing "come away with me" over and over again. What can I say- sometimes despite my age and maturity I go through these teenage emotions. I know many does but not everyone admits it. Right?
I need to blog about my India trip. Ah! happy thoughts!
2 comments:
oh deeah ! you want to crush some one ? Best suggestion is sit on him. He'll die in ecstasy.
There is one big rock in Mahabalipuram. You can swallow that when you come to India next.
My friend Reeni ( obviously a Mallu ) wanted me to be present when she presented her Thesis. i said its pouring cats and dogs and i can't come. She said she'll pay the taxi fare. That was most insulting. So i walked in to the presentation room soaked to the bone ( couldn't afford a taxi or an umbrella ) i had taken pictures for her thesis and i saw a projector there. The room was air conditioned. Panic. i was late. Room was full. i was looking for a chair. One older gentleman pulled my hand and made me sit next to him. Reeni presented her paper showing pictures on the projector, 40 minutes. Then came question time. One chap sitting two seats away pushed the mic towards me and the chap sitting next to me said you first. 2nd panic, i realised i was sitting with professors, probably he thought i was a scientist. They never knew Reeni and i know each other for donkeys years. Subject was waste management. Easy. i shot a couple of questions which Reeni had not covered. She panicked and was staring at me. Gave some vague answers. The panel of professors took off where i left. But they asked some silly questions. She got her PhD. Now she is feeding her kids in New Jersey.
Rauf, sometimes I cannot decide if you are being funny or nasty.
Anyways..good to hear your friend Reene got her degree and now engaged in a very lovely occupation.I have been asked the same. To finish up, then stay home and cook great food.
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