tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69186750840413997222024-02-19T13:38:42.696+05:30My take on life with a pinch of salt :)buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-4688401217708282442014-05-26T03:46:00.002+05:302014-05-26T13:41:08.188+05:30A eulogy to the darlings of my heart...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We are primates. It is coded into our DNA to protect our young, even from each other. There is a point where we fail, fail to prevent something terrible from happening to them. Those are called freak accidents. We read about them in newspapers. We see detailed versions in the news. We even see them happening to people we know. But never ever even in our darkest dreams do we imagine something like that happening to us. When they do strike, we do not know how to react. Do we remain in shock for an extended period of time or do we accept it, cope with it slowly but surely, and move on? I do not know. I do not have any answers, because it struck me with a lightning blow when I least expected it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I write this for the three brothers I lost today. They became victims of a drowning accident earlier this morning. I don’t really know what happened other than what I read in the news. I didn’t have the heart to grill my mother for more information when she called, I was in shock. I think I still am. My brain hasn’t quite grasped the fact that I wouldn’t be seeing any of them ever again, that I wouldn’t see a smile, or get a sweaty bear hug or a pull on my hair ever again from them. I considered going home for the funerals, to be with my family in this extremely trying time, but I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing their faces devoid of life. These were my little brothers, ones I've held as babies,ones I grew up with,ones I played cricket with on holidays…<o:p></o:p></div>
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One of them was dearer to me than the others. He was my mother’s brother’s son, a boy born into the family after us two girls, and after a wait of 8 long years. We spoilt him rotten, all of us. When we were little, we used to joke that when either of us sisters got married, he would be the one greeting the groom and receiving a gold ring as a gift.<o:p></o:p></div>
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They were all happy boys, with a full life ahead of them. It isn’t fair that they left those lives so quickly, not while their parents and grandparents live. No parent should have to bury their child. Yet this day, three pairs of parents in my family are going to have to face this cruel fate. I am not with them physically, but I hope, my thoughts would provide some manner of comfort to them. With all the love in my heart, I bid my brothers goodbye. Be at peace, little ones…We love you more than words could say…</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-67942059917436807282014-02-14T02:11:00.001+05:302014-02-14T02:18:34.725+05:30Goodbye, my love<p dir=ltr>So, everything really is over then. Perhaps they have been over to you for a long time. I was the fool who thought that everything that transpired meant something. Anyway...</p>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-84813581857796426242013-12-25T23:58:00.000+05:302013-12-25T23:58:14.570+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I never expected it to last long. I know that these things we have,the talks, the jokes, they would all go away eventually. I have been mentally preparing for it for a while. But even now, when I think of the inevitability that you might find someone to replace me, a cold chill runs through my heart,cutting it in half and leaving it to bleed. I have no right to feel this way,I know. I don't do it consciously, I just can't help but...</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-4592087446660976182013-12-23T23:15:00.001+05:302013-12-23T23:15:35.976+05:30Christmas!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Christmas is around the corner again. It is that time of the year when the streets are filled by couples in love,holding hands and engaging in nausea inducing (due to jealousy if I might add) public displays of affection. It is at these times that I wish I were back in UK. The British,at least show affection only to dogs and horses!!!<br />
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It is not exactly easy to be single at this time. Even nature goes all out, throwing on her pristine blanket of snow(at least in this part of the year),looking all fresh and new right in time for the new year. It is weird how everything seems so heartbreakingly beautiful when you don't have anyone to share it with. I suppose that is the cruel irony of time.<br />
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My last Christmas was wonderful...This year Christmas eve will be spent in exams and Christmas in preparing for more exams and projects. I guess I have good reason to wallow in self pity. Also,I find I am a little sad to leave Belgrade so soon. It has been my favourite so far. Ofcourse,I haven't seen Innsbruck in summer yet.<br />
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-43387361977453055492013-10-22T01:14:00.005+05:302013-10-22T01:14:45.695+05:30Belgrade!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So,I am in Belgrade. Not a part of the world many people from our sub-continent go to. In the last almost-a -month I have seen only one Indian looking person, so there. It is quite nice around here, if you discount the constant staring you are subjected to ( I'm guessing it is the skin colour, also, apparently they are big on eye contact!). The autumnish now chilly-now sunny weather is working for me, except for the occasional rains. The people are really, genuinely nice. The only problem is the language, but then you can always get away with pointing and smiling., and anyway most young people speak English.</div>
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I don't have much to say here right now, except that I am experiencing a wonderful inner quiet and peace. My normally actively overworking mind seems to have burnt out. The space created by the removal of unwanted melodrama makes me really happy and content, and I am keeping everything in pairs crossed,just to keep it that way :)</div>
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Here are two pictures I took on my way back from the observatory. It was a fine, sunny day. </div>
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Till we meet again...so long :) !!!</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-76509775412439402222013-08-02T18:33:00.001+05:302013-08-02T18:33:10.923+05:30The first meeting after the goodbyes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-77214214212575877042013-05-25T16:09:00.001+05:302013-05-25T16:12:40.088+05:30I am a worry doll.., :(<p dir=ltr>When you are little,you envision your future in a certain way, like  I'll do this, I'll go here, I'll have such and such a life. But as you grow older, you realize that the reality is much much further than anything you had imagined. It is better in some ways, and not quite up to the mark in some ways. Somehow you accept that as your lot in life and learn to live with it.</p>
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<p dir=ltr>I am back in Innsbruck for a weekend for a conference, up in the mountains, a place called Obergurgl. I have only stayed in this city for about six months, and I left it only four months back. But for some strange reason, all I can think about is how perfect my dorm room was and how beautiful everything was when I was here. And t fills me with a strange,deep sadness. I remember that I was very excited about the possibility of moving to a different country every six months,meeting new people,seeing new places etc, but now that I am living that life, I am not quite so sure. Of course the traveling bit and the scholarship bit are great, and I am studying something I dearly love, but the constant packing and moving and paperwork, all that is a pain in the ass. </p>
<p dir=ltr>There are 7 girls in my batch,and 8 boys. Our program me started only about three years ago and ours has been the most balanced batch ever since. We were talking a while before about how our lives would be like, after PhD and Postdoc and all. Being in a closely knit program like ours also means that we get to see our Professors' lives at close quarters. And that is what scares almost all of us. After Postdoc, it would take at least ten years to get a permanent position. Till then we will have to keep moving maybe every couple of years. That is all very well when you are single. But when you have a family,what happens then? You can't exactly uproot your family every time. The alternative is to put your career ,for which you have worked all your life ,on hold. That is unappealing as well. We had a professor from Toronto last semester. Her husband is also from the same field. So when she came to Innsbruck, he managed to obtain a postdoc position in the university as well, and shifted here,with their kid. I have BEEN that kid. My dad is an academic too, who moved around quite a lot. I wasn't uprooted very much, but that meant I almost never got to see him and my mom too sometimes, as I was growing up. That isn't an ideal situation exactly. It is kind of a vicious circle. I really am worried about what my life is going to be like in a few years...sigh :-s</p>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com2Universitätszentrum Obergurgl, Gaisbergweg 5, Obergurgl46.867477 11.025241tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-21487769797728380582013-04-25T23:07:00.000+05:302013-04-25T23:07:30.244+05:30Why didn't you...?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You said that you'll be there, always.<br />
You said that you will stay,forever.<br />
You said that you would be mine,till eternity.<br />
You said that you will never leave.<br />
Yet all I have left of you now<br />
Is a hollow in my heart,where you used to be.<br />
I know no way to fill it<br />
I know no way to stop my tears from welling over<br />
I know no way of forgetting you<br />
I know no way of moving on...<br />
I know it wasn't your fault<br />
I know that it just wasn't meant to be<br />
I know that you couldn't have helped it...<br />
But I can't help thinking...<br />
Why didn't you fight harder?<br />
Why didn't you fight harder,<br />
For me, for us,for what we had together?<br />
Why didn't you fight harder<br />
For all that we had dreamt of?<br />
Why didn't you fight harder<br />
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-50505327748299174032013-04-22T08:48:00.002+05:302013-04-22T08:48:43.718+05:30Random thoughts!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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(2) There is a voice inside you that always tries to stop you when you are about to do something exceedingly foolish. We call it the conscience or inner voice. Often it sounds like someone close to you, like a parent or a best friend. It is your instinct and intuition speaking from within you. For reasons still unknown, they are, more often than not, right. Still we don't consider it necessary to listen to it objectively. That might indeed be the greatest flaw of our race.</div>
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(3) The Kubler-Ross model defines grief to consist of 5 stages- Denial,Anger,Bargaining,Depression and Acceptance. According to her, every individual who experiences a severe loss goes through these 5 stages. I find that I heartily disagree with this. I am unable to accept the fact that other than the synaptic patterns, there could be a generalisation on the way human minds work. I have always felt that different people deal with different emotions in their own specific fashion. So it seems inconceivable to me that everyone deals with grief in a similar way. I do not aim to undermine the research people have conducted over the years about these things. I am simply unable to wrap my head around it.</div>
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But sometimes, you don't want to get over what is plaguing you. You just want to sit there and wallow in whatever it brings. But after a while, you experience this sense of innate detachment from all that, the discomfort,the pain,the weakness...That is the moment when you realize that you can still go on no matter what you have lost or let go. That is the moment of pure strength. That is the moment when you realize who you really are.....</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-43181080813869583202013-03-03T10:29:00.002+05:302013-03-03T11:22:44.677+05:30The whats,hows,what nots and how nots to do...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My Good Thing ended a couple of days back. It was a mutual decision. The long distance thing was being a bit too much (for him) and the not seeing ,not touching thing was driving me crazy. We were very mature,very adult about it. We chose to remain friends rather than go on and get into fights and break up in an ugly way further on. Was that the right thing to do? I have no clue, and apparently neither does he. He said it is like there are two parts of him, who are at a tug-of-war with each other; the one that doesn't want to let me go and the other-the practical one that says that all this pressure is unhealthy and bad for both of us. I felt a little better after talking to him yesterday. It might be the fact that misery does love company. But it also put my mind in the same tug-of-war. He deals with it by keeping his mind blank and not thinking about it at all. I am trying to do the same. Maybe I'll have more success when I am back on level ground( Right now, I'm sitting at the Dubai Airport transit to Venice,I'm off to Italy...yayyyyyy!!!!!).</div>
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Considering everything,we had a good run. I have only the fondest memories of our time together. It wasn't exactly what anyone would call conventional. There were no promises, no talk of a tomorrow together,nothing of the sort.We were just, there. It was just like being in a relationship with your best friends, the one who understands everything without being told, one who relates to everything you say, one who even while he makes fun of you, sees the sense in your nonsense...It worked for us, that is what matters right...</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-42641360196786301992013-02-08T23:47:00.003+05:302013-02-08T23:47:58.828+05:30Bye Bye Innsbruck<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is time to leave Innsbruck. I hadn't exactly fallen in love with the city per se, well, there wasn't a lot of time for that. 6 months of classes and tutorials and exams don't exactly leave you a lot of time for sightseeing. But now,that it is time to leave, it feels like it was too less time. It is a gorgeous, though slightly sleepy city. I remember the first few days here very clearly. It was summer for the locals, with a hint of rain. And I was freezing my ass off. I went about wearing my thickest snow/fleece jacket. But now, when it is 0 degree, I say, wow, it is such wonderful weather, let's go out !!! It was actually not quite as cold as I was expecting. It was mostly bearable. And the snow made it all the more beautiful. Some days, I would wake up and everything around will be white, even if the night before had been quite, well, normal. I haven't been one for cold much, but I really am going to miss the snow. </div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-85354462844507320652013-01-31T04:44:00.002+05:302013-01-31T04:44:31.781+05:30Randomness,that is thy name!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is raining in Innsbruck. It makes me yearn most frightfully for the rain back home. It is just so beautiful, the haphazardness of torrents coming down from the skies, the trees nodding to the wind... hhmmm...Here it is more like drops of water falling independent of each other with a maddening time delay between two drops. It seems as if the rain is too scared to kiss earth, and rightly so, what with all the snow today and sun tomorrow, it is probably confused. </div>
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Well, that's all for the moment. I have a midnight meeting about my apartment in Italy. Ciao !!! :)</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-80010018642566294392013-01-23T05:56:00.002+05:302013-01-23T06:12:47.401+05:30A very late New year post :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is my first post in 2013. I am slightly late in welcoming the new year it seems. I had an awesome time,spent Christmas and New year in the UK with Capricious,Loudspeaker and a whole bunch of friends. It was wonderful :) 2012 was a good year in all; I met a lot of cool people, I had a great time, did some crazy things for the first time ever in my life...the list is really long :) I am grateful for all the wonderful people in my life today, I am happy with my life. As great as 2012 was, I am wishing for an even better 2013:)</div>
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Also, I turned a year older (and none the wiser,might I add...lol), I turned 24, I'm officially old now! Sigh!!! On the brighter side, I got two cakes and two parties; one in UK and a 2-part 2 day thing in Innsbruck...Yaayyy!!! And I am going home in a couple of weeks...and then...it is, Buongiorno Italia!!! The very first days in Innsbruck seems to have happened ages ago,I used to feel like I was staying in a hotel or something.It was just starting to feel like home here...And time to move...hmmmm !</div>
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Well, so, that's it...nothing much to write about, except exams!!! I am alive and well, I hope you are too. Let's all have a fun-filled and wonderful 2013 :) Au Revoir for now :)<br />
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PS: 1300 page views... I AM SOOOOOO THRILLED!!! Thank you Thank you Thank youuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-84653227130460605232012-12-10T20:56:00.002+05:302012-12-10T20:56:14.009+05:30Snow!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is snowing outside. The whole world is swathed under a white blanket. It is all breathtakingly,heart-achingly beautiful. It is beautiful in a way that makes my heart yearn for your presence.<br />
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It is the same tree I wrote about before. It has a curtain of white against nakedness now. It's wish has come true. I am waiting for mine.....</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-89980955371690536522012-12-03T07:25:00.002+05:302012-12-03T07:26:22.957+05:30Musings and meanderings...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The skin on my wrists is chafing a bit, a direct effect of holding my arms out into the cold dry wind, while it encases my surroundings in a white blanket. The pink vapour rising from my strawberry tea blends into the white and disappears into nothingness. I could explain it with the second law of thermodynamics, I don't want to. I just sit and watch it become cold. Now it tastes like the Strawberry Ice tea served at CCD's back home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am in one of those moods where I don't want to be an Astrophysicist any more. All I want to do is sit at a picture window and write. Maybe stare into space and dream...Or paint. Well, that would be a disaster.I am a terrible painter, I can't paint to save my life..! All I can do is splash different colours on a canvas and call it modern art.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From where I sit,I can see lights dancing high up. It is like "Diwali in the mountains". I am reminded of the tiny stacked houses in the high ranges of India. These are not as quaint. I try to make out letters in the light mazes. I see alphabets, but they make no sense at all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a tree outside my window. I don't know what kind it is. It was green when I arrived here. I watched it's leaves turn deep red to orange to yellow and then fall off altogether. Now it stands naked, waiting for snow to paint it white. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When light came to wake me from dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I woke readily,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Donning my dreamer's robe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I vowed to keep them alive</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And set them free.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When the world turned golden</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And leaves started to fall</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wrapped them tight</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And send them to the heavens.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When clouds would mate,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And call out to me</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Out of sight of all, but me</span><br />
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-19076967484390981702012-10-06T15:18:00.000+05:302012-10-06T15:18:07.010+05:30Fall :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I went for a walk this morning. It was all so beautiful. Apparently, fall is already here...<br />
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-56758978161533208252012-09-29T21:42:00.001+05:302012-09-29T21:42:39.919+05:30Getting around Innsbruck<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If any one can see the white spot in the mountains above this apartment bulding, I hope to buy that place some day (if it is a house) or go stay there sometime (if it is a hotel). In the morning when I woke up, the clouds were floating just below this place. It would be nice to live in such a place right, with the sky at your feet...I would feel like GOD!!!</div>
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Okay, so, I'm in Austria. I reached about a week back. I'm not going to blog about how good/bad it felt to leave and the accompanying dramas. I'm just going to say that I'm slowly getting settled and adjusted to the not so systematic life in a student dormitory,again. And I got a room mate about half an hour ago...She seems nice,for the moment...Time will tell I suppose.</div>
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I'm in this tiny little town in the Alps called Innsbruck. It is kind of a University town, it came into being only because of the University (now,my University). I suppose it is very beautiful, it is one of the most sought after ski places in Europe and is surrounded by mountains etcetera etcetera. I am posting a few pictures to that effect.</div>
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This is the view from my window in sunlight.</div>
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The same view in rain. I totally understand now why Ruskin Bond lives in the mountains and why he keeps writing on and on about them, has been for years.</div>
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This is the courtyard-cum-smoking corner on the ground floor of the dorm.</div>
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That's the river Inn, that gives the town its name. Innsbruck is actually a form of the word Innbr<span style="text-align: left;">ücke which means "bridge over Inn" (Br</span><span style="text-align: left;">ücke=bridge in German). It is a beautiful shade of green, and ever so clear.</span></div>
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There is this town tower sort of thing that we climbed one day as part of sight seeing. This is the view of the surroundings from there. It is pretty gorgeous :)</div>
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These are from a slightly larger church/cathedral (I don't know how to distinguish between them). It is called the Dome of St.Jacob. I don't know what he did, it is beautiful in that it has these frescoes and all. And apparently a part of it was destroyed in the second world war and rebuilt and all that. Frankly, I was too tired by this point so I just sat in the pews and rested.</div>
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So in a nutshell, I live now in a very picturesque place with unpredictable weather. One day it is all bright and sunny and the next its damp and rainy. Alps sure is mischievous ;) </div>
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Neend ki intezaar mein </div>
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Jage rehte hain…</div>
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Lekin jab se aapke hothon ne</div>
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Iss dil ko choo liya hain,</div>
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I have a velvet box of dreams</div>
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I filled it with colours of love,</div>
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It gave out a rainbow,</div>
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Humare har dhadkan mein….</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-59766445207361493162012-08-15T19:15:00.001+05:302012-08-15T19:15:47.726+05:30You :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When the gentle rain kisses the waiting earth,<br />
I hear your footsteps coming toward me...<br />
When the wind blows my hair across my face,<br />
I smell your perfume in the air...<br />
When the leaves rustle and trees sway slowly,<br />
I sense your presence next to me...<br />
When am awake, thoughts of you deter my sleep...<br />
When am asleep, dreams of you taunt me awake...<br />
In rumbling thunder and shards of lightning,<br />
In blinding sun and torrential storms,<br />
I seek my haven, your arms, wrapped around me....... :)<br />
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-26197241731274441382012-07-20T16:59:00.004+05:302012-07-20T16:59:49.826+05:30Ticking away the moments...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We are often obsessed with time lines, deadlines,time slots...anything that is related to time. Some people have more (read too much) of it than they need , and others simply don't have enough. When you think you have it, it runs by like a rabbit, and when you are bored and don't really need more time on your hands, it does a 'comme un escargot'. It is quite maddening!!!</div>
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Uno: My friend G is leaving for a masters course in the US. We had thought we have all the time to meet a few friends and take trips and hang out. So we had planned trips every weekend and checking out restaurants almost every day and the like. Mostly, none of it is gonna materialize, because she is leaving next thursday. I knew she was going to leave by July end, but apparently, it came too soon for my liking ( as inevitable (y bad) things always do). And the sent-off party of sorts we had planned fell through due to time constraints and family emergencies etc. Anyway, so that's that and she is leaving for two years...sigh!!!</div>
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Secundo: It is EXACTLY one year since I came back from London. And it is almost time for me to leave as well. I have enjoyed staying at home, I really have. But inactivity isn't exactly my friend either. I am not the most active person on the planet, but even through my haze of laziness, I hate sitting at home all day, every day and watching tv or movies. I have had quite enough of that. So, I am leaving for Austria for a second masters in September. The first 6 months of my course is there. Then I spend a year in Italy and another 6 months in Germany. And here's the best part, I got a full scholarship yaayy!!! That should be fun. If these places are as beautiful as the Internet has led me on to be, I am in for a treat...and a Eurotrip...lol ;)</div>
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</div>buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-78108624686932807252012-07-16T23:22:00.001+05:302012-07-16T23:22:12.889+05:30Some things I want to let you know...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You make me laugh, you make me think, you make me blush (which is no mean feat, I assure you )...You get me, what I think, what I'm trying to say, better than anyone ever has (which,incidentally, creeps me out big time sometimes, but it is nice in a way). Your perfume reminds me of the ripe golden leaves in Autumn (weird euphemism, I know,but it really does). When I sat on that park swing ,holding your hand, I knew it wouldn't be easy to let go of this one. Stringing words together isn't exactly my forte, as you very well know, but I want to let you know, that it did mean something. Maybe it isn't forever, but that doesn't make it any less. All I know is that it matters a great deal to me now...</div>
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buttercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571833275430368444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918675084041399722.post-59066570545419994862012-06-19T12:15:00.000+05:302012-06-19T12:15:54.406+05:30I don't know what to call this!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have been thinking about relationships lately. This has been triggered by the fact that practically every friend of mine has been having some or the other problem in theirs. Apparently, when you decide to be with someone, there are about 100,000 considerations to look at, besides the more mundane. Whatever happened to dating for fun, I ask...,where you hang out with someone, get to know them, talk, and actually have fun <span style="background-color: white;">(remember fun???)</span><span style="background-color: white;">!!! But no...</span><span style="background-color: white;">After a couple of dates, everyone is into labels and discussions about the possible futures of the relationship etcetera etcetera... The latest in the list is my former sort-of-player best friend actually feeling possessive about a girl just because she said she talked to some friend of his on whom she had a crush ages back...I am still not done laughing at that..Honestly,I never thought I'd see this day!!! LOL ;)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">On a more serious note, all this future scoping is probably aimed at reducing the heart break risk in the eventuality that it is not going to be forever. Maybe they have a point, I don't know. Ultimately, love is blind. It does not see what people look like, how rich they are, what community they are from etc. This unpredictability of love is it's largest bane too, I have been told,because, t</span><span style="background-color: white;">he considerations in societies like ours are mainly about the socio-economic status, education, same religion/community etc (a new one I have come across is language, you know, Mallu girl, Hindi side guy...like that). </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">We try so hard to be safe from all sides that sometimes, it just takes the fun out of everything in life...everything. I rest my case with a question...When is it ever safe anyway, when we lay our heart in someone else's hands,aren't we also taking a risk that they might knowingly or unknowingly break it? If so, what is the point in finding someone after all this filtering process...Isn't it better to just find someone you can be yourself with??? That's more than one question, I know. :P </span></div>
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