breaking up

For folks who don't care for a sad breakup routine, I've shifted out to Wordpress, and will not be updating this space anymore. If you'd like to read on how I parted ways with Blogger anyways, please scroll down, if not - just like the spider said to the fly "Step into my Parlor" - I'd say "ride the tunnel alongside me"

Or hangon tight, and you shall be redirected any moment now. 
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Dear friend,


This is to inform you that I am jumping ship.


After a lot of thought and weighing the pros and cons of what we share over the past times - days and months, I am forced to re-evaluate our relationship. It's been a good run, and both of us have had our share of laughs and teases. Both have gotten the best out of each other and honestly at this point in time it looks like I am at the short end of things. It's been rough the past few weeks, and God knows, I've made a sincere effort to hold us together. I believed it was for the best.

You see, I don't quit easily, and I trust very much. I trusted that you wanted to work equally hard on what we have together and so with a lot of steam I squeezed from within, I forged ahead. Letting little things go by, not allowing your little quirks bother me, and focusing on what happiness and joy you brought me. I brought you.

Up until a few days ago, like a bolt of lightning that usually hits me when I least expect it, I've noticed that you haven't been living upto your end of the bargain. As I sat here rooting for us, it seems like you couldn't care less about me. About us. With great disappointment and sadness I am forced to acknowledge that I have been made a fool of. From this sadness rose anger, fury, and to a large extent fatigue.

I do not appreciate being taken for granted. We are an equal opportunity partnership, or so I thought. This is a sinking ship what we are on. With just me putting in the hard work toiling at us staying afloat, while you cool your heels off, this is sure to sink. I can see us going under. Soon. I am tired and I don't feel any more enthusiasm to labor anymore. Nothing's free in life. Nothing.

I have my pride, and I respect myself too much to let you do this to me. I will not settle for less than what I deserve.

So, I quit.
I was told by a nice man once "To know when to quit and when not to is where a person's wisdom comes in, and that's how you separate the chaff from the grain"

What we once shared is not worth the time, effort and zeal that I have put in. In return I neither get happiness nor satisfaction. Surely you agree on your shortcomings and understand why I've come to such an ultimate move.

I don't love you anymore, and perhaps not like you too much either. If it's any consolation, I don't hate you either. The situation we are in today is really, entirely your own doing. I sure hope you find your peace, as I have found mine.

Au revoir mon cher ami
Rads

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Oh heck, I am moving to Wordpress and that was my farewell to Blogger! New link - please update readers, bookmarks and blogrolls, if you'd like :-)

See ya on the other side!

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A scholar for a dollar

Education has always been priority. It would always be for most of us who come from modest beginnings back home where it's dinned into our head that we are nothing if we are not capable of a decent degree. A consequent pride in the knowledge that's either ingrained or gained from hours of pouring over books and the speed at which we are able to reproduce facts and figures. A school of thought (no pun intended) where it is told to you a zillion times that the letters behind your name is what defines you. Especially if you are a girl. As was the case in our family.



I, for one am fortunate to have gotten my more than fair share of knowledge that comes out of a rigid curriculum and also to be able to explore to a certain extent of what excited me and what perhaps I could later on build a figment of a career. Some was thrusted on me, some I accepted willingly, but fortunate enough I was to have had that opportunity, to at least have tried. I think back and indeed there are no regrets, just unfinished dreams.



But then again, I look at articles and appeals like these, and I am ashamed that I even complain.



Moving west has in fact de-sensitized most of us to the actual state of many children in various pockets of India who are struggling with learning, struggling with not having the ability to dream and dream big. For many parents who want to see their kids get ahead of them by just 1 measly step. To not work the same fields they do, to not bear the same load they are, to be able to sleep well at night and not wonder if there would be a square meal the next day.



I think back on the few times my dad and us individually and as a whole have helped in small ways the various children, orphans and young men and women who accosted us on the streets and home with an ernest appeal to part with a little cash to further them in their climb towards freedom and independance.



My dad was big on studies. Having spent most of his youth bailing out his siblings without enrolling in a proper school/college while his dad forsake the family fortune and time behind freedom struggle and leaders alike. The value he placed on his sacrifices and his youth broke free with his undying passion for all things scholarly, and pedantic which later on provided the impetus for him to be where he is today. For us, his daughters to be where we are today. He is a self-made man and I am proud of whatever little I have inherited from him. What I also am amused is how much of a chord it strikes in me when I am hit by such appeals. He would always go out of his way and spare a bit of cash or buy a book for the fellow in need, even despite not having much to spare. In a very simlar vein, I feel strongly about wanting to help folks who deserve it. To go that extra mile when it comes to want to be a part of someone's future. I'd rather help long-term than providing short-term happiness as in the next meal, a shirt that he'd outgrow, or a home that he might just leave or be driven from.


Today is Teacher's day. Back home, while it was a day when we'd get together and put a skit for them, treat them and basically not study. It was a holiday of sorts, to goof off with all permissions intact. After I left school, I'd think back fondly on some of the ones who did make an impact on my life.

Ms. Susan John's elegance, and how she made Biology the most exciting thing ever for me.
Ms. Rajyam's strictness while dealing with Math, and how I was in awe that she could provide answers from the top of her head, and do the logic in thin air.
Ms. Rao's undying love for Hindi poetry and the thrill with which she discovered that I did have a flair for it after all.
Ms. Mathews keen ear and sophisticated taste for English lessons and literature.
Ms. Vishalam's way of relating all things Physics to life. How much I'd hated it up until she made me do a whole project on Optics, and who knew, I'd actually major in that?
Ms. Brinda's who was more like a friend to me than a teacher. We could talk about boys, periods, and sex, all during Library and she'd explain it all with patience and clarity.

DR. LG, Dr. GS, Dr. SKR, Dr. KRS, Dr. BS, DR. SG, and a few more whom I admire. Brilliance and wisdom rolled into one as each shared with me little snippets of themselves while I skipped through 4 years of school.

I've wanted to be like each of them in a little way possible.

Ms. Susan's elegance, Dr. GS's calm, Dr. LG's depth of things neuro-ophthalmic, Dr. SKR's knack of differential diagnosis, Ms. Vishalam's mothering, Ms. Brinda's art of staying friends with anyone irrespective of age differences, and not the very least, my own dad's spirit and zeal that he carries on no matter the odds and walls he runs into.

So when a friend sent me a mail asking me to see what best I could do, I agreed right away. As a tribute to ones who did help me become part of who I am, and also in my small way to give back to the community and being instrumental in perhaps forging a kids' dream through helping the teachers. AidIndia is a worthy organisation and apart from having a friend who's actively involved in the Boston area and back in India as well, I have regard and trust in the way they run things.

To drive home the point, watch this video, and come back here! [Don't ask why i couldn't embed, it just didnt work for me!]


Now tell me you didn't smile and you didnt reflect back on your own days of wearing crisp cotton uniform and doing PE exercises, of covering notebooks with brown paper/newsprint, of being scared of the teacher's hand/eye, the exam-fear.
Now tell me you don't want to share that with scores of other kids out there.

I clicked on this link and made a small contribution of what I could afford now.

So what would you like to equate your contribution to?

A pizza dinner?
That cool golf bag you've been eyeing?
Tickets to the opera?
A ball Game
A wii?
An iphone?
Pink snazzy heels?

It doesn't matter what you did, as long as you did take out that little plastic card and typed in the numbers.

Thanks y'all :)

vanaja

A telugu art film with a difference

For more reasons than one, the movie piques my interest. I hope I will get to watch it.

Check Sepia Mutiny for a "review of sorts" - the comment section is quite entertaining! As is quite frequently the case, some comments offer huge value and then there's always a few who highjack the thread/post out all the way to Timbuktoo.