Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Grey is the new black


For far too long, people have spoken of the grey area between the black and white with an air of disdain, as though it were a choice for the weak, and the spineless, as though it were the path of least resistence for the ones who could not afford the effort required in order to follow the strict rules and principles necessary for follow a way of life in the white or the black. It is frowned upon, the grey, and its followers likened to all metaphors of disreputable infirmity. But the time has come to speculate upon this bigotry and extend to the grey the respect it deserves and restore it to its rightful place among shades. We shall first observe the various claims against this humble shade and address each one of them to debunk them as myths and pure libel spread to defame the color in question.

Myth 1: Grey is easy. Therefore it must be bad.
In order to fully address this extremely mindless propaganda,  I propose to split the claim into two subclaims and tackle each separately.

Myth 1a: Grey is easy
The most common and constant argument against following a middle ground that is not well defined as opposed to one end which is more clear is that it is easy. Let us get this straight. Finding the middle is NOT easy, as anyone who has shopped for Medium sized T-shirts in a Forever 21 shop during Christmas SALE season would readily attest. The middle line is hazy, it is unclear, it is not as defined as the extremes are and that alone is proof of the fact that it is a very very difficult road to walk and not for the faint of the heart. Rules are easy o follow once some brainless bullshitter make them up. Deciding not to follow them and coming up with your own on the fly as the situation demands is much much more difficult.

If still in doubt about the veracity of this little known truth, ask any employee of the Indian Ministry of External Affairs. These brave warriors of our country’s gates wage a war against the standard and the norm everyday. There are no rules in the noble hallows of the Passport office, just plain and pure greyness and procedures that change everyday depending upon which subtle tint of grey prevails that hour. Let not the extremists undermine the difficulty behind making up procedures randomly. It requires great mathematical skills to permute and combine assorted forms and red tapes of diverse sizes. Thus one day, you will be required to fill a online form, the next day you might be asked to fill out a paper form, the next you might be called to come in again to sign on the back of the paper napkin and so on and so forth. Which is why there never is an average, or a usual . Noone can predict how many epochs would pass before one can obtain an Indian passport. It may be a few days to a couple of decades and everyday brings with it its own suspense and anticipation that adds its bite to our otherwise mundane lives. Thus these extremely creative and statistically supreme guardian soldiers of our country and protectors of the grey slog everyday to save us all from the boredom and the ‘easiness’ of the black or white.

Myth 1b: Easy must be bad
Clearly, haters have never heard of Occam’s razor that claims that the easiest explanation is often the right one or something along those lines. And clearly, this assertion has been solidified by moms of teenage daughters, generation after generation, by reinforcing upon tender adolescent minds that easy girls are Bad with a capital B.

Myth 2: It is better to an extremist rather than a moderate.
Perhaps, believers would like to have a discussion with Mr.Obama on the virtues of being a moderate. No other person alive is a greater embodiment of the middle than this brave politician battling valiantly a sea of extremism in order to find the balance and get everybody to like him, than the current President of the United States. Everyday is a tight rope walk for Mr. President Sir who has been claimed by many to be a “moderate Republican from the 1990s” rather than the star of the Blue camp. But truth is the President just does not believe in camps. He is one for erasing the great divide. He is truly the hero in Mani Ratnam movies, the dove in the peace sign, the irritating girl in high school who always wanted EVERYONE to come her birthday parties and EVERYONE to get her gifts, who truly aims at everyone uniting and coming forth to form a better world where people visit malls everyday and the economy soars and flies high like Ms. Marilyn Monroe’s skirt. Ask him about the merits of walking the grey middle line and perhaps a chat with Dick Cheney on extremism can be a fitting conclusion.

Myth 3: Grey doesn’t look as good as black or white. I have only seen grey on sweat pants.

If Brangelina find grey beautiful, who are we to claim otherwise.


Thus the post hopes that it has laid to rest once and for all the extreme prejudice against this wonderful way of life and convinced people that grey is beautiful. After all is not french the language that makes dirt sound like love. And thus I shall end this perfectly pointless post with a perfectly pointless quote.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Slow

Thats how my life is now. Flat. Predictable. And incredibly slow. I go to work, wait for work to get assigned to me, come back, sleep. Sometimes, like today, I go swimming in the tiny pool in my apartment. 20 strokes and I am in the other end. But just being in the water is so comforting, like being back in the womb, and leaves you feeling all warm and fuzzy. Very rarely, again like today, my roommate and I also go out for dinner. But then, as we just realized today, the roads are so fricking deserted that even a water sprinkler turning on in a bush scares the fricking daylights out of us. You know you're in the middle of nowhere when you google for clubs nearby and the first result you get is 'Crazy Horse Gentleman's Club'. Aaah I miss LA! I miss the university, my studio, my friends, the goofing around taking pictures, the cooking, the dancing, the fun.

So anyway, life goes on in its own slow pace. Once in a while drama comes along. Like today when I broke a nail and started hyperventilating so much that I had to breathe in a bag. And I wanted to be a medical doctor, a brain surgeon at that, thank God for that career choice not working out. So I called my mom and started whimpering to her about my broken nail. You would think a 22 year old girl would have better sense and maturity. And people my age are having babies....jeez!

Its so weird knowing the girls you went to school with and suffered teenage awkwardness with and discovered boys with are getting married and starting families. All while you are still a student and living on your parent’s money. I cant imagine how our get-togethers will be from now on, who will come, what we’ll talk about. I just don’t want to go there, that far ahead in the future, even though that future is almost here. And I’ll have to start thinking about wedding gift ideas. Do I get something for just her, or something for him and something for her, or something for them, or just give money? Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh! Weddings!

It just hit me now how some people are so different from the perception you have of them I always thought my roommate/college friend was a super dooper chilled out person but she's also this incredibly organized, meticulous and family-oriented person that I never knew existed. It also just hit me how lucky I am to have got my first dose of the US in California and in LA at that. Watching my friend discover Cal, makes me realize  I can never be happy in any other state now that I've been here. Anyway, its tough eavesdropping on your roommate's conversation and attempting to write a blog at the same time. So writing later. Eavesdropping now.

Friday, June 24, 2011

On the merits of being a shallow materialista

  • Have you ever had one of those days where everything is crappy and messed up but you glance at a mirror as you're walking by and you see that your hair is actually obeying you for a change and looks good (maybe not movie star good but just good good) and your mood perks up all at once and everything is bright and shiny and happy again with the world? 
  • Have you ever had a day where the fact that you are wearing your new peep-toe shoes were the only thing that kep you going? 
  • Have you ever looked forward to going to work just to show off your new bag? 
  • Have you ever experienced the simple feeling of elation that makes you disregard every other problem in the world when someone says the old shirt you dug out of the closet looks good on you? 
  • Have you convinced yourself yet that shopping is good for your sanity and that of the people around you and therefore nothing to feel guilty about later?

If you answered yes to 3 or more questions above, you know what I am talking about. If not, you've lost the simple innocence of materialism sometime after pre kg. Dont worry, with hard work and effort you can regain it. Every morning, after you wake up, look at yourself in the mirror and repeat the fashion alphabets (A for Armani. B for Burberry, C for Chanel, D for Dior...all the way up till Z for Zegna) thrice. Soon you will be well on your way to achieving Nirvana.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Sultry summer nights

Nights like these, you just cant write. Your thoughts go 180 mph. Strands form and die away in smoke before you can braid them into nice-sounding words. One leads to another, until you have a twisted ball of yarn in your hands, not knowing where to begin and whether to end. Sometimes, a few persistent ideas pull at your fingers but you do not want to give in to them, do not want to write to one person, for one person, write about the one thing your mind wants you to. So instead you run around in your ahead chasing after formless ghosts to satisfy the niggling craving at the back of your head, the want to write, the addiction that keeps you up and staring at an empty white page while the cursor blinks waitingly. Everywhere and nowhere, you wander, wondering. Nights like these, you just cant write.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Life on my terms. Almost.


Sitting in my high bed in my new place in Pleasanton, with my new roommate asleep next to me, warmly fed, still full of laughter, I feel weirdly at a loss for words. What can I write about? My life seems so ordinary and yet not. Everything is so new, but nothing is so exceptional that I write about it. My mood on an average is happier, though I feel restless. I am not used to sitting 8 hours in one place and that still needs getting used to. But apart from that, I am happy. I am so happy, that I am scared for the happiness. I had an awesome end to my quarter. I am doing something I love. My new roommate is a familiar friend from an old life and she just discovered my aunt and her dad are family friends apart from our parents going to college together and a lot more double degree separations or rather connections. I have the usual twinges of irritation that comes with having to adapt to a new place and a new lifestyle and I miss LA, but life on an average is above average. A lot. So lot that I cant even think of something to write about except that I am happy. Just happy. This minute of my life to just appreciate the fact of my happiness. Things still go wrong, things still mess up every once in a life, but they dont shake my universe and skew my day the way they used to. I have a conviction and a confidence I have lacked for the last couple of months. And a day that does not spill onto tomorrow. A google task list that is close to empty. Aahhh, after months of holding myself in knots, I can relax and let go. So life becomes Laiiiifffeee! And every word becomes a conversation. And smiles last longer. I even think i have the people in my life figured out for now- the good friends, the friends, the people who interest me but I dont like, the people I like but bore me and the people who are not worth my time. The boundaries seem to be sharper than they ever were for me, but right now, I dont care. I have become self sufficient with my little support system of friends, that I know I dont really care about the others who drift in and out of my life. And so in this little valley by the bay, I live out my bubble, pushing it to see how far it would go. It hasnt broken yet.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Saturday afternoon as the sunlight dwindles- part 2

We keep life organized in little pockets, different parts of us go into different dockets, disconnected stories seen through disconnected glasses- the professional me in LinkedIn, families and friends go to Facebook, the ex boyfriends left behind in orkut, the old school groups in yahoomail. We show the persons we want to be seen as in our little bubbles of space in the cloud with different faces in different database views and we live as the people we are alone in our cars with the ipod on a loop and the windows rolled up tight.

Saturday afternoon as the sunlight dwindles

If you can find the dreams that drive you, find the people who love you, find the things that make you happy, the things that make you care, the little space to call home, if you can find your spot in the world and the person that is uniquely you, what more can you hope for? And what is left for you to live?

Saturday, June 4, 2011

I always have a tough time naming posts


I am now blogging while I wait for my simulation to run. It seems to me that I always blog while waiting for stuff to happen. In this case, its waiting for my 5000 sample simulation in simulink to finish running. While I have a lot of respect for Matlab, I just cannot stand how slow it is in cases like this. My simulation has been running for the last 3 hours and I have to increase my sample size all the way to 150000. God save my sanity!

My life has been going pretty well for quite a while. After months of not getting any internship calls at all, I am being flooded with them now. I cant believe I am actually saying no to companies. I am in the kind of happily irreverent mood that if there was a hill, I'd climb it and yell 'So long you fuckers' or something of that sort. My projects seem to be going decently well (except for the 150000 sample part), I havent fought with any new people and even if I have, I dont really care, my India trip is almost confirmed, one of my closest friends is getting married and I am pretty sure I'll make it, I found a college friend to stay with during my internship period, I found a friend to sublet my apartment the time I am gone, I am convinced my friends have lost their mind to a new GRE-MS-money bug going around but thats their problem, I am working on some more Internet Drafts and I have BIG plans for summer. Finally life seems to be working itself out, like it was doing all along while I wasnt noticing. And oh yeah I am learning Kannada from my friends. I learnt to say 'I am hungry', 'I want food', 'I want water', a couple of swear words (son of a bitch and whore) and some weird phrase that actually means "Father-in-law talk to me and then go hang on mango tree'. Clearly I can survive in Karnataka. Now thats one big sentence but those are some of the things that have made me happy in recent times.

On the serious side, people and their inner wells of strength that they call upon during tough times continue to surprise and amaze me. One of my best friends is in Atlanta for her internship and she's staying with her friend who seems to have suddenly metamorphosed into a crazy psycho freak. She (my friend, not her friend) has been cribbing about staying in that place for a week when all of it culminated today with her calling me in tears after being left alone in the middle of nowhere in a strange new city by the b***h after they had a fight. That girl (my friend's friend, not my friend) so needs counselling. I am proud of my friend. She managed to find her way to somebody-else-we-know's place all by herself with no real money. Ha! Way to go! If and when you ever read this sweetheart, you know how proud I am of you for surviving this personal crisis. I dont know very many people who could have done this and I am so so proud of you for it.


I seem to be hearing a lot of stories of inner strength of character these days. And it makes me so proud to know the people that I know. And also a little scared of the demons that people hide, and what they are capable of.

But in this mood of sunshine and unicorns, I dont want to think about dark things. That shall be for another day. I have to go to my project mate's house to work on my 'Energy efficient job scheduling for MapReduce' and have chocolate icecream left over from my friend's bday party celebration. Ahhh! This has got to be the good life! #OneRepublic \m/

No time is a bad time to blog

I have a presentation in a couple of minutes and am suffering from a case of mild jitters and none of my friends are up in gtalk to distract me, so I thought I might as well write a blog to distract myself. Everytime before a presentation, I have this recurring day dream of how my peers would be so enraptured by my presentation that they ask curious questions to increase their knowledge about the wonderful idea I am presenting and I would dazzle them with my knowledge and witty replies but in reality, they often stare at me in a glazed stupor and I talk to the few people and the walls that are not engaged in a battle over angry birds and pigs with helmets and what not.

Which leads me to recurring day dreams. I have several, that I choose like a costume for my mood. I have one where all the people I hate to varying degrees and all the people I want to impress are congregated in one place and are talking about mundane things while I sweep into the room in a sexy outfit and dazzle all of them and then walk away to deal with better things. Another one is where all my friends come home and I cook something nice and exotic for them and I dazzle them with my domestic goddess-liness. Yet another one is I do some ground breaking research for the US government and so every time there is a National Security threat (insert other events of great gravity), they call me to ask for my advice and my friends are all dazzled by my my part in saving the world and how I am on first name terms with the Secretary of the State.

As you can see most of my day dreams involve dazzling people. Yeah! Thats just me! The attention seeker. I have a simple uncomplicated relationship with attention. I like it and it likes me. We hold hands and flirt all day and have candle light dinners by night. If only my other relationships were this simple...!

P.S.I just found this post in my drafts and completed and published it. 
P.P.S. My presentation went very well and 'kicked ass' in the words of my friend. People asked a lot of interesting questions and said they loved my notes on the topic. And that they loved my flow. Aaahh the dazzling!