Potpourri

First of January 2008. I started this blog about three years back. Deadly that its still running. Number of posts increasing every year. But I wouldn't call myself an avid blogger. (only 80 posts in last 3 years) This post is for a round up of 2007. I haven't ever done such a post before. Lets see if I can recall the bests and worsts of the year 2007. 1. Treks! I trekked to 4 difference places. First happened in June. Two in July and one in October. The last one to Himalaya!!! These days go right into hall of fame of the year. 2. Joined a gym (Dec). And did a short course in Yoga (Nov.). Check out, I am all into fitness. 3. Travelled to Russia. I know I haven't blogged about this. I have as yet avoided writing about my academic visits. That started for a reason. But I think, I am by now more or less comfortable talking about it. So here. I went there to present a paper. Met many interesting people. Managed to interact professionally with many people. Walked around a complet...

Sitting in the room, with table all scattered with books and papers that I use to refuse to organise. Trying to study something in there. (I used to be a big time padakhu ). Aai would walk in once in a while. Talk to me. She loves talking and I absolutely love listening to her. Its been 4 years since this or something like this has happened. Its strange to miss it suddenly one fine day! But I am. I want to be back home again and want to sit near my scattered desk. Want aai to drop in once in a while to give me nice breaks and breathers. If its a holiday then want baba to come and chit chat. Baba used to sit with me with his news paper. If I was at home today he would be talking about Gujarat elections. Aai would be complaining about how every news channel is hopelessly covering same thing 24x7. Shyaa !!! Its been really too long since I left home. Nostalgia!

My own cynicism gets to me sometimes. But for what its worth, it helps me see the other side of the moon. I know, what i am writing is not coherent. But thats how its flowing out of the nerves, into the hands and right into the key board. It has stopped being a thought I visualise on the paper. I see myself writing anything at all like a long text, a long essay on a typed set, with Times new roman font. If I ever see anything written in my dreams, which is anyway very rare, its typed. Except math symbols, which again is funny. If I ever dream of my house I dream of the old one. If I ever see my desk in the dreams, I see the one I used when I was 13. But then when I am awake, I hardly even seem to remember anything. I so hope I remember the faces as distinctly as I saw once upon a time. But that part of memory is giving its way. I seem to have a extremely good memory of voices though. I remember people's voices. Very very distinctly. And please don't think I am talking about d...