Tuesday, April 22, 2008

The Graduation Walk!

We are buying suits, we are renting cars, we are tuning our guitars and shining our shoes .......... who's we? and what the hell am I talking about??? I am talking of the batch of Spring 2006 graduating in 2 weeks. :) Yes! Thats me and my friends Deepak, Vineela, Gautam and Nirupa. This blog is dedicated to them and in general to the spirit of friendship that ties fellow batch mates together. And while I may narrate the rest of this blog in first person, may the reader bear in mind that these experiences relate equally in some form or the other to every Indian student who goes through a Masters in a U.S. university. 


 I was a kid when I joined Engineering - which essentially - as far as Bombay University is concerned - is a furnace that by the end of it makes you rock hard and completely shock resistant. It is more a character building life style than a technical education. And so when I graduated with my bachelors, I thought I had gone through all hardships that could possibly exist in the world. It is only now that I realize how wrong I was - and how much did my Masters teach me.. 


 I changed in ways and via means that I didn't think were possible. Like any good painting, my Masters was filled with every shade of color and mood possible, an experience so rich and vibrant that it fills me with immense pleasure just to think of all that happened.


 In the course of my graduate studies.....


 I have .... grown academically ... been challenged constantly and forced to develop new skills .... in terms of sheer technical range, my Masters put me in a completely different stratosphere as compared to my Bachelors. 


 I have helped and saved a friend ........ and watched a student resurrected from the ruins to move on to a settled life. Watched it with silent pride and a satisfaction that puts a smile on my face even today.


 I have gone stark mad and angry over silly things .... Yelled at a friend ..... and calmed down to realize my mistake... then gone back and apologized. 


 I have wandered the streets of Logan at ungodly hours .... completely drunk and senseless on a Sunday ..... and had my personal best for running a healthy mile on the next.... 


 I have beaten and got thrashed at birthday parties.. have set my own personal record of puking over vodka .... and also have put many a drunken friends to bed.


 Have had endless hours of hot tea and light conversations .... on almost every set of steps that the town had to offer.... 


I have had my arrogance, my pride, my plutonic ego and my cockiness broken through by a woman, who didn't even have to argue. I have learnt and understood what love means ......... and have had myself helplessly carried by a power I had never faced before .... I have played with fire and gotten burnt .... I have smashed myself against a will stronger than mine and had myself shattered .... shattered and rebuilt again. 

 

I have tasted the shame of defeat and the ecstasy of victory .... and have been made to introspect ... deep and wide ... to find my true limits ... and to redefine myself - and have learnt to still, hold my head high. 


 I have been betrayed and had my faith in friendship questioned .... then I have been helped and had my faith restored....


 I have spent nights listening to a friend blabbering senseless agony over a broken heart .... and told myself .... I would never do that .... and then have caught myself irresistibly tempted to do the same ....


 I have met people of higher intelligence and found a way to compete. I have learnt to admire and respect much more than I ever did.


 And strangely, half way across the globe and several time zones apart ... I have come to know my own country like never before. 


 I have enjoyed delicious moments of limelight on stage ... and contrary to my own belief have caught myself loving it... I have endured months and months together of financial suffocation ... and have learnt to truly understand and enjoy what money means... 


 I have successfully defended my thesis - and hopefully made a contribution to the scientific community...


 I have etched my initials in a place I will never reveal... :P I have made my contributions ... and done my bit. 


 I have found myself miles and miles away from where I started ... and have realized sometimes just going on with the journey ... is perhaps the best choice .... 


 In some way or another .... these experiences are true of every student who leaves his/her beloved home to come here ... like fellow soldiers who have survived a long battle .... the ties that I have forged with my batch mates are ties that I will treasure the rest of my life!


 And, so in a span of two weeks when I am going to walk down with my cap and gown .... and then toss my tassel high in the sky.... I would have celebrated ....... well - a true education. 


 - Sanket 

 

 

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Saturday, April 05, 2008

I wish ......

Ok - so I am getting bored sitting home - not that there arent things I would want to do, its just - I can't - so I decided on the next best thing .... write about them...
Well, heres a list of things I wish...

I wish, I could take all of my close friends and go on a camping trip. Put up little tents - and not sleep in them, but stay up all night sitting about a camp fire, playing my guitar and watching my friends in the amber fire light, eat chicken legs roasted fresh .... drink vodka ... and slur out names .. hahah ... throw things at them, get hit on the head, get mugged and - have taken care of for a while .... have people who would ask ... "Had dinner?" ..... lie on the ground and take deep breaths of cool air ... and not worry about things ... no career - no relationships - no responsibilities - no burdens .. and go to sleep with the certainty that I would protect my friends from any harm that shall fall that night ..... and vice versa... sleep without the guilt that someone might be needing me half way across the globe tonight ... and I can not be with them.

I wish, I could have a girl to go to .... just for once, when life has been cruel, go to her and lie on her lap and fall asleep with a caring hand on my forehead. Not that I have objections to life being a bitch, or facing problems, but just for once, take a break - have one night of rest .... of healing - and go back to face it with renewed spirit...

I wish ... for once - that my aching sighs were not echoed back from empty loneliness .. but reached some one ... who would put them away and make me smile .... just once ... in case there was some outer world power capable of granting my wishes .. I do not want to appear greedy .. so just once a year ... I wish I could have this luxury.

I wish ... when I am tired from work and walk and toil ..... and go to bed ... but can not sleep .... due to things .... that still haunt me .... that when I am called to get up ... by that unrelenting alarm .... I could sleep .... just five more minutes.... just five please..

I wish ... that there be someone lovely .... who would dry my hair - when I got out of shower .... and make me late for work ... cos shes dressed in nothing but my shirt ... that there be a time when I am helplessly seduced .... and spoilt ... and angry and immensely happy ... all at the same time.. I wish that once a year, I be granted .... ummm ugh ... a 'sex-leave'.

I wish I could .. once more .... sit all day at a CCD .... as I once did ... with friends chatting non sense ..... in a place .... where everyone from the customers to the waiter know me... where old - responsible and married people can come and look at me ... and warn their kids ... not to become like this ....


I wish I could .... yell out lewd comments during a scene in a theater ... and have people "Shush me!" .... and have my friends tell me once again ... if I was beaten that day ... they dont know me :)

I wish - I could .... be bored once more .... in my old college lecture hall.... and pass chits ... with stupid jokes ... and get caught and punished ... just one more time....

I wish I could ..... hang out a running train ..... and talk to Mumbai ... and feel free .... and listen to "Radio Mirchi" once again ... and go home with pockets carrying 50paise peanuts .... and shirts having loooong hair on them ... and be asked by my mother .... who IS this???? ...... another evening..

I wish I be innocent to say ..... "Star shine star bight! The first star I see tonight ..... I wish I may - I wish I might ...... have the wish - I wish tonight!"

- Sanket





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Friday, March 28, 2008

Aaja Nachle!!

I was in Logan last week end to attend the international banquet – traditionally an annual event usually overshadowed by Diwali on the USU campus. This year however, I made a point to attend it since my friend Poonam Thimmaiah was performing as part of the event. And so it was with a sense of great anticipation that I travelled the 50 miles from my home to the university. And I am happy to say I wasn’t disappointed.

The USU TSC Ballroom, if used properly, is an excellent platform for staging important events. The people who put together the International Banquet deserve to be complemented for making good use of the venue. The ambience was that of a medium-high restaurant ‘dinner-hour’, round tables conveniently spaced and separated, it allowed the audience to enjoy a comfortable meal and have a relaxed view of the stage. The soothing melodies from different cultures definitely set the stage for a great multi-colored event.

After much pomp and filler, I was relieved when the hosts finally introduced that the next event would be the Bollywood medley from my friend. Poonam and Aarti were going to perform a combination of four songs. I knew the songs before hand – and so was dying to find out how the dances turn out.

The performance started with ‘My Lips are Waiting’ – a western – Indian fusion that pretty much captures modern India in a snapshot. I remember the lyrics of the song say .. “India’s the place to be ... India sets you free” and I thought if someone hadn’t been to India, looking at Thimmaiah dance, he would definitely want to go and explore things........ that’s euphemism for saying ..... check out gals. The part I enjoyed the most was watching the perfect silhouette of my friend move gracefully on fitting music pieces when she held her back to the audience. I in fact distinctly remember a certain person on my table actually stop eating and staring with an open mouth. I had mixed feelings of pride (for my friend – Oh! Shes drop dead gorgeous) and anger (but this xyz no one besides me shouldn’t have stared like that). But...... the songs were moving fast – and so I hastily focused back on the stage...

Their choice of costume had to be lauded. Traditional full length skirt with a spaghetti top made for a perfect blend - sexy yet non vulgar dressing. Incredibly sensuous.

She was nervous at first ... happens when you go on stage and her moves were subdued ....... hesitant and conscious ......but in the third song when she just let go. Boy! It was a sight to see! She captured Madhuri’s spirit completely! The hands expanded their range and the moves came in with much more Oomph – as if she was saying “Hey! I am beautiful and I shouldn’t have to apologize for that!!!” Much like the voice of a good singer which cannot remain caged for long. Her eyes sparkled and the million dollar smile could have easily lit up Chicago!

After ‘Aaja Nachle’ had set the mood, the audience was taken to a climax by ‘Babuji jara dheere chalo’. The audience was cheering and whistling dropping all pretense of civility.

In ancient India dance was primarily a means to offer prayer. Only the most beautiful, physically fit and chaste females were chosen - in the prime of their youth - to be dancers to the temple – dancers to the Gods themselves. From that traditional form, dance evolved to be a mode of expression and became a primary form of entertainment for the masses... After a week’s hard work, villagers would gather in public places and sit on the floor ... eagerly anticipating the dancers ........ to the eyes of the commoner, the dancer was a real life personification of the mythical ‘Apsara’ ..... the most beautiful of all peoples – not of the human world – residing in the heavens and who descended on Earth only rarely.

In fact, Lord Indra was said to have the first of the chosen dancers in his own keep and on one occasion had Menaka successfully seduce and distract the great sage Vishvamitra from his meditation. Parts of the mythological origins still remain in modern day India. For example – it is said that a child is blessed with one heavenly deity at birth. If that really holds true – you can’t help but wonder that Poonam must have been blessed by Menaka herself. I say that not as a flippant complement but from experience, for she does embody the archetypal ‘Apsara’ in body and spirit. Beautiful, bold and uninhibited, the Apsaras routinely enjoyed threatening the power of the Queen herself – part of that mischievous spirit definitely survives in Thimmaiah.

I remember that the songs shifted to ‘Mahiya Mahiya’ and then to ‘Aaja Nachle and Babuji jara dheere chalo’ – but that shift in songs was registered only subconsciously as I was completely hypnotized by the enchanting presence of Miss Thimmaiah. I was surprised – its not like I hadn’t seen her before or that I didn’t know how beautiful she could look – but for some reason that evening - I remember being completely caught in a trance – wishing she would never stop. It is with considerable embarrassment that I confess the fact - that during those 8 minutes my feelings weren’t far different from a teenage boy nursing an impossible crush. But if the great Vishvamitra could be tricked, I think my humble mortal self should be excused.

My mind came back into perspective only when the dance ended. Well, what more can I say ....... if the song had asked “Sabko nachake nachle” ................ it certainly did!

- Sanket

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

The Wincing Heart!

Soon a year would have passed
Since the time you last held my heart
The streets have changed
The people have changed
And yet my mind searches ...
Wandering down familiar paths

Long have I bled and hard have I suffered
I should feel anger,
Or I should feel vengeance
And yet, I feel neither.

The days have been numb
And the nights, sleepless
The eyes remain moist,
The Breath, restless .


Nothing can be changed
And Nothing can be done
Yet the heart listens not,
It asks Why and It wonders How?
It doesn't know the answers will never unravel
For questions not be asked


When the day has wound down
And the world is quiet
In the silence of the night
I can still hear your voice.
So fair, so clear
As if you were in my bed - still besides


With the body still living
You took the life out
In return of love, I might have expected many things
But this, I did not imagine
This, I could not

They say forgive and forget
I know not where to start
Should I forget the way we fought?
Or the way you laughed?
How do I remove the scent of your hair
Still coursing, the veins of my heart

I do forgive you
In such a way as I can.
Yet this I promise,
Though far away you may be
Now, in someone else’s arms
On some unexpected evening
In an unguarded hour
You will see the sky turn crimson red
And remember me in that hour.

Remember the smiling eyes
Of a mischievous, yet innocent boy
The boy who gave beyond giving
The man you widowed, without marrying
And you will have to return into his arms
For your sake, I hope truly
He can love you as I once did
As love should be, As I would have!

- Sanket








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Friday, February 15, 2008

POONAM THIMMAIAH - Indeed a Full Moon!

What can I tell you about Poonam ??? That she was disarmingly beautiful or that she was unquestionably confident, unapologetically bold, naturally assertive and an incredibly strong personality. 

I met her while auditioning for our annual Diwali fest. At the time, I had recently gone through a break up and had taken a spontaneous India trip to elevate my moods. As it turned out, the mood elation was quite superficial. Once back in town, and faced with the brutal familiarity of city streets and restaurants, horrible memories of dinner conversations riddled my mind and I decided to engage myself in campus activities. Academically, it was the most unsound decision I had ever taken. Whoever, knew of a student hosting Diwali in his defending semester! 

I had gone to the audition confident and assured but jaded and fatigued just the same. And, before we knew it, we were faced with a problem of finding a suitable female host. Poonam and Shalini – it turned out were quite the inseparable friends…. I had interacted with Shalini before, and so knew that she could do the part well – and so wasn’t thrilled at the idea of losing her…. And so I suggested why not have them both do the event ?? 

I still distinctly remember the clarity of my logical mind undoubtedly challenged and muddled by the beautiful spectacle of Miss Thimmaiah. Half way between considering the pros and cons of having two hosts for the event, my stupid mind went ……. “How the hell did I miss her on campus!!!!!” She was without a doubt the most appealing sight from main street to Old Main Hill…. I could only come to the conclusion – that the break up had indeed hit me hard and that my natural radar was sorely in need of immediate repair.. 

My recent experience with female beauty led me to believe that she would most certainly be ….. the attitude filled princess, the kind of person one becomes when used to undiluted attention from an early age. As our practice sessions progressed, I was delightfully proven wrong ….. princess she was … no doubt, aand she had a healthy share of attitude as well but she had many other virtues which justified her perks.


The first thing you would notice about Poonam would be her oval face. I have seen beautiful faces before, but this wasn’t quite the same. In that unlike most faces, Poonam’s face continued to surprise you time and again … may be it was the infinite range of her expressions or the natural actress in her persona… Her face had a transparency that flawlessly portrayed a perfect underlying bone structure, coupled with amazing functionality. Many of us do not readily remember the primary function of the human face …….. communication. A task at which her face was unmatched in its clarity. 

If you can move on ahead past the engaging face and her naturally well defined physique … well – you should be complemented for a more than average intellect. And I can assure you – you wouldn’t be disappointed. 

I am quite sure she doesn’t realize this – but her gifted beauty is quite intimidating to both men and women alike… Men – for it makes them assume an ‘act-to-impress’ attitude and Women – cos it makes them just plain jealous…. 


I was therefore most happily enchanted when I discovered just how human she could be.. I still remember (quite fondly) the time when sitting at the library cafe – she described how her advisor was taking undue advantage of her and how she had in her child-like innocence assumed that she would be paid more money than was promised. 

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry. Her expression was one the funniest things I will ever remember. The very fact that I can not keep myself from smiling even now – months from the time the incident occurred – stands testimony to the superlative communication abilities – that I have ascribed to her face before. 

As I choked over my coffee - I was intrigued – the person in front of me was unmistakably honest and genuinely human …… I was hooked ….. may be there was more to this princess – than I initially thought …. 

As our friendship grew, I realized that she was quite versatile in her professional experience. And, so I asked her to consider my job as a technical programmer after I would leave the university…. 

My work experience with her – was no less rewarding than recreational … she turned out to be one of the most fertile intellects I had encountered …. Needless to say it was a delicious pleasure teaching a sharp student. What she lacked in depth of knowledge, she more than made up for with exceptional powers of deductive reasoning. 

At this point – she would be wondering what the hell am I talking about??? To put it simply, she had the uncanny ability to learn from examples – while still remaining unsure of the underlying concept. A talent which comes in handy in ones life as a graduate student. I for one never had this ability. Until I researched deep and wide into the intricate workings of a concept, I could never learn from examples. I envied her. 


My initial jitters and worries about how she would get things done at my job were soon allayed. The IT industry lends itself naturally to people who can learn from examples. 

Aside from the physical and intellectual shades of her personality, Poonam was blessed with a multitude of delicate little idiosyncrasies that made her unique. 

One thing was very clear – this was one woman you would not want to mess with! Her enthusiastic perseverance at revenge could make the most hardened souls tremble. This was one girl who could quite deliberately cause a rift in her ex-boyfriend’s love life and walk away without a trace of guilt. But like all things thimmaiah, she could perform each evil act with as much finesse and class as the rest of her individuality. 

From an honest to GOD party soul to the most astonishingly fresh fashion sense Poonam was ages ahead in the evolution curve as compared to some of her peers.

If you were however, lucky enough to be one of her trusted friends, you could hardly find anyone more compassionate and friend worthy as her. Poonam possessed the most zero-tolerant down-to-earth attitude that I have ever seen. A quality that comes in handy amongst ones friends. Given a tough situation, she could reliably block out meddling emotions to make the correct decision. A quality rarely seen in women. 

Courage is the traditional virtue of the male gender (hardly true), yet if you knew her long enough you could find an underlying reserve of rock hard courage in this girl. Be it traveling unfamiliar roads to Canada at 3am or accepting a new job with significant challenges, I have never seen her courage falter. While she was not unsusceptible to fear – she was gifted with the ability to control it. A virtue – which I dare say I have rarely seen my male friends.

I could go on and on ….. but in a nutshell Thimmaiah was 1 part Man 1 part Woman and 2 parts Cat. She would walk gracefully and you may think her to be a kitty – but beware of her claws! She knew how to hunt and would use it if she had to :P

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