Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Signs that you are cursed

Last week I decided to wash our kitchen trash can. I put some soapy water in it and set it outside during the day to let the grime loosen up. i got a little lazy and left it out there for a day or two, and when i finally got my act together, i went outside and there was a dead bird floating in it. The bird looked really big bc it was all puffy and its feathers were splayed out. so, the trashcan sat outside for a few more days until mom came and disposed of the bird.

tonight guddu and i went for a 5 mile run. we did good. he did not get a fever afterwards this time. we walked around the block afterwards. remember how earlier this summer a man was murdered on my street? well, we were passing by that house and had the following freaky conversation:
me: hey, this is where the stabbing happened, right?
Guddu: no, it happened in the other block.
Me: no... i'm pretty sure it was right here. the man died on that retaining wall there and the boy lived in the house over there.
Guddu: let's not talk about this right now (pace quickening)
Me: why? are their people around who--
Guddu: we'll talk about it later, OK??? (now he starts looking freaked out)
Me: oh, bhoot! (bhoot is hindi for ghost)
Guddu: yes... (then he started chanting some mantra and holding my hand and walking at a fast pace)
Me: (turning backwards to look to see if i saw a ghost) hey, now i feel scared--
Guddu: Don't look back!

so, we made it back home ok. but i am not going over by that house alone at night anymore.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

camels are like teams

i think i need to live in a city. a real city. or at least somewhere a little noisier than the near west end of richmond. even during the summer, all i can hear are the bugs outside. there is more action in the village than here. pathetic. an alternative to moving to a real urban area, we could crowd the house with relatives. besides making a little satisfactory noise and action, they could also contribute to the household tasks-- cooking, cleaning, massage, joke-making, scolding, clothes-mending, etc.

school made me sick yesterday. i think it was spending too much time sitting still and driving and not enough salt. luckily, when i got home, guddu put thanda tel (translation: cold oil) in my hair. the oil is red and smells kind of menthol and makes your head feel so cool all over and instantly relaxes your muscles. wonderful stuff.

so yesterday we had a long lecture on how camels are like teams. can you guess? yes, they both spit. and they can both go a long distance without maintenance (aka food and water). camels also have big feet and long eyelashes and are painful after 10 minutes of riding. you see the connection, right?

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Synergy

i just applied for a job with the Asian Development Bank. I doubt they will be able to read my application, so I am going to fax it tomorrow from school.

The application wants a picture of me. Why???

Tomorrow starts the first full week of school. I have to read 3 chapters in a book called "Teamwork is an individual skill" or something like that. I started this task friday, but was self-compelled to stop when i got to the topic on "SYNERGY."

Friday, August 26, 2005

One useful skill I learned this summer




How to start an abused Bihari Bajaj Chetak scooter. Chetak was the name of Maharaja Udai Singh's horse. His horse must not have been very fast because: a) the slowest train thru Rajasthan is the Chetak Express, and b) it is the name of this old Bajaj model. (Note: this is not like the small sleek automatic scooters that many of you are used to seeing-- this is a VERY HEAVY manual scooter that dislikes shifting into 1st and must be dipped to the side before starting. multiple fenderbenders have caused all protective grills and bumpers to fall off.)

Pictures are in reverse order.

Step one: try to start the scooter by forcing all of your weight on the kick-start lever thing (jumping helps). repeat multiple times until bystanders advise you to tip the scooter over.

Step Two: Dip the scooter-- the more horizontal, the better. the purpose? i think it is a way to access the reserve tank or to run the oil through the system so it will start. gravity is so hi-tech.


Step three: once you hear a sound like a lawn mower, you are ready to hop on and go!

wanderlust

today we got a cable internet connection in our house. i have been behaving like it is 1996-- i spent all day practically on the internet like it is some new toy.

i have been back in the US for a week now. I miss India too much. it kind of aches. when i am in india, i miss the US, but not that much. i find that no matter where i am, however, i am always looking to move on to the next place. this is kind of disturbing-- will i ever feel happy enough in one place to settle? what am i lacking right now that prevents me from wanting to stay put?

i am applying for a position with the Asian Development Bank that requires a 3 year relocation to Manilla. Yes, that is in the Philippines. don't worry, i'm not competitive enough to even be short-listed for this.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

I'm back

I got into Dulles Thursday night. The flight (Delhi-Munich-DC) was intolerably long on an old Airbus that did not have the individual screens on the seatbacks. The Delhi-Munich leg had a few extra perks-- free Asian business mags and European chocolate.

While I was gone, Guddu apparently lived off of Edy's cookies n cream and chicken and stopped exercising. He gained a bit of weight, transforming from super-gaunt to plain gaunt and now looks like he is not starving.

My last week in Delhi was quite hectic. I forgot to mention I learned how to drive the scooter. I learned on Santosh's old, heavy Bajaj with the Bihar license plates and stubborn first gear. I'll post pics next week.

Packing to come home was a near disaster. Of course I did not pack in advance, so I planned to start around 11pm the night before (I had to leave at 5am). When we got back from the market at 10pm, there was very low voltage. Powercuts had persisted the entire day and our inverter failed to charge. SO when the lights went out again at night, we had no back-up power supply. Not knowing when the light would return, and the lack of candles or an emergency light, made the situation tense bc i had about 3 hours of packing. At 1am the light came on and I was able to finish and get about an hours worth of sleep.

Oh- I also forgot to previously mention the trauma surrounding my nose. All is well now, but there was a bleak 72 hour period. On Sunday 14 Aug, Santosh and I went to Laxmi Nagar to get the ring changed. The piercer-man cut off the old ring, and before insterting a new one, everyone decided it would be best if I let my nose heal by inserting a neem stick into the hole and keeping that in for a few days. Neem is a tree, and has multipurpose healing and household uses (like baking soda).

So Santosh and I got home and by that time the hole had closed up. He went out to cut a neem stick, but it broke when I tried to insert it in my nose. Desperate and frustrated, I called Ingrid to see what she had to say. I felt better after talking to her, and iced up my nose. Santosh thought it would be easiest to straighten out the ring and insert it that way. True, but then we were not able to bend it closed. So he used many different household objects-- kitchen tongs, a spoon, moustache-trimming scissors-- to bend it back into ring form. Semi-successful.

I was very angry during all of this because it was too late to go back to the jeweller that evening and the next day the market would be closed for Independence Day. So I had to wait until the 3rd day to get a new ring put in. Luckily, there was much less blood, sweat, and tears involved.

Tomorrow let's hope the weather is sunny and Guddu and I can go to the beach for the day.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

48 hours

Alot has happened in the past week:

  1. I contracted head lice AGAIN.
  2. I went to Jammu and kashmir.
  3. I had an extreme case of vomiting on a mountain near Jammu-- I felt like I was going to collapse and never recover. This really scared Santosh, but it turned out just to be a migraine I think.
  4. We made a pilgrimage to one of Hinduism's most Holiest temples, on the top of a mountain. This involved 12 straight hours of hiking with minimal rest.
  5. Santosh nearly got run over by a horse carry an old, fat Panjabi lady.
  6. Pappu got an extreme tooth infection.
  7. Santosh in Pappu got into a really hot argument with a rickshaw driver, which led to nasty insults and almost to fisticuffs.
  8. India's Independence!
  9. Packing. Chyawanprash total, thus far= 5 kg, Nightgowns = 0, cookware= 3, religious keychains= 4, new saris= 2, bhojpur i cassettes = 3

to be continued...

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Last Day!

Today is my last day of work. Banking report is much better than I anticipated! And then I just have another report, on mining equipment, to edit and I am done. Come on, 5 o'clock!

Karthik and I went to dinner last night at Masala Art, a restaurant in the Taj Palace Hotel. We had an interactive dining experience. Highlights: crabcakes (indian style), saffron parantha, morels, pista kulfi, anjeer halwa. And having the chef right in front of you cooking and you can tell him how you want it cooked and ask him questions, etc. It was pricey by Indian standards but well worth it by American.

I have to move out tonight of my luxury flat in Anand Niketan. My head hurts and I feel tired just thinking of going through the house and making sure I have packed everything. But Santosh will come and help me get the job done, except his presence, although well-meaning, may complicate matters because he won't be able to determined what stays (bath towels, dishes, etc.) and what goes (my towels, papers, etc.).

Tomorrow I am just coming in for lunch with my bosses and to say good-bye. Then the whirlwind to Vaishno Devi and back will begin. And THEN the madness that always happens before leaving-- multiple trips to Laxmi Nagar to shop, cramming as many dabbas of chyawanprash as possible into my suitcase, figuring out what indian clothes to bring home, what to leave here, last minute runs to the tailor etc.

'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says

ok, so i stole this from Ingrid & Alp's blog, but I thought it was worthy of sharing with my own audience.


Stanford Report, June 14, 2005

'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky ? I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything ? all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Your previous plans have been preempted by all things Indian

sinusitis + nose ring = messy

lightheadness, sinus headaches, and a sore throat forced me to leave work early AGAIN on friday. i slept almost the entire afternoon and night, only waking to eat a chocolate cone and to watch desperate housewives. saturday was quite similar during the day. by night i was ready to go and tackle some pre-departure shopping, but, as usually happens, those plans were foiled by the unexpected arrival of "relatives."

as a side note-- what makes a country "developed"? How about not having everyday activities (going to the store, getting dressed in the morning, etc.) impeded by rain, sunshine, nighttimes, cold, heat, powercuts, water shortages, flooding, etc? and i don't mean what is happening in mumbai, but what happens in delhi on a daily basis. once the roads get fixed and power and water supply are constant, india will be a much more enjoyable place to live.

i did, however, go to the denstist. $10 for a cleaning-- beats $90 in the US! they clean teeth here in 2 steps, i need to go back for the polshing another night. they also spray your mouth numb, which kind of freaked me out bc i thought if the spray got on my tongue i would not be able to swallow and then would choke to death. the dentist office was immaculately white and cold and there was no dust ANYWHERE.

so saturday we had some out of town guests arrive who will stay with us in ghaziabad for a while. they are very sweet, but not actually relatives. they have come to delhi bc one has cancer and needs to seek consultation for treatment from AIIMS. they were going to go to mumbai, but no one is going to mumbai these days "as it is underwater." poeple usually come to delhi for exams, job searches, and medical treatment.

so shopping plans were postponed to sunday, but then we had to meet one of Guddu's old business contacts at the train station. a communication mishap (actually not our fault) caused us to miss his arrival, but we later went to his sister's house for lunch. there i had the best chay EVER. these people are bengali and served me darjeeling tea with cardamom. very very tasty. and they were so jovial in that bengali way. their daughter is about my age and she works for a consultancy group whose main client is GE Financial. her company sends her to australia a lot, so maybe once she'll come to Richmond? small world, huh?

Sunday evening, Ashlee (an intern at State) and I went on an embassy field trip to DIlli Haat where they were having a rajasthani Teej festival. we felt very dorky on the bus full of uncomfortable looking americans and their kids, so we quickly split from the group. unfortunately dilli haat was so crowded that it was difficult to shop. i did by something nice to hang from my rearview mirror.

so now it is monday and i just have 1 day left here after today. my banking report is going to not be as good as i wish, but in the end i don't think it really matters.

tonight i am supposed to go with karthik to Masala Art, a costly dining expereince. but it is only $20 after you convert the currency, so it will be a splurge well worth it.

i just have 10 days left in India!

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Party Candidates in Rural India Must Have Own Loo

Volvo Bus It!


here's a picture of me outside Decibel at Hotel Samrat in New Delhi about a month ago. i never wear clothing this tight in India, but since we weren't really in India, I let it slide. It's not worth mentioning the others in this picture bc I will probably never see them again. Pilates, anyone?

Yesterday I took off work early. Much needed. In the evening, Santosh came and we went to go get our bus tickets to Jammu. We got a Volvo bus, which costs as much as the Rajdhani almost! But i think it will be worth it-- air ride (no headaches nor vomiting), toilet (no peeing in the field, surrounded by livestock), reclining and reserved seats (no crowd in the aisles nor on the roof). We had to go to the Red Fort to buy the tickets-- pretty close to Old Delhi. Outside the fort there is a row of shacks occupied by bus agents. The first agent we went to did not seem real confident about whether or not a seat was available (he didn't check any sort of book or anything), but he just wanted to sell us a ticket. We went to another agent, "agents" actually, where they had a seating chart for the date we wanted and told us nothing was available except for the day before. so we are leaving on the 11th, by Volvo bus to Katra. The way the agents work is quite amazing-- it was a whirl of shouting to eachother and on cell phones and the cell phones and cash were flying everywhere! it kind of reminded me of the NYSE, and I wondered how they were able to check the availability a few years ago when no one hear had cell phones.

On the way back to anand niketan, we had momos in Connaught Place and then stopped by the Mother Dairy for fruit and milk. We got some mangoes and pears and double toned. guddu called, i talked to him for about 20 minutes, and then he talked to santosh for what seemed to be an unending amount of time. WHile this happened-- we were still stopped on the side of the street-- i had a chocolate ice cream cone and watched some cows duke it out in the trash dumpster.

people should not complain about taking out the trash in the US. at least there, you do not have to contend with rowdy, fiesty livestock. i saw one cow grab the trash from the hands of an elderly Panjabi lady. and because the cows are in the dumpster area, no one gets to close to it. Many men i saw drove by on their scooters and tossed the trash near the dumpster, usually missing, making it easier for the cows i suppose...

as you may notice-- i changed the sidebar on my blog. if you have a blog you would like me to link, let me know thru the comments or email me! these are all the people i could think of now. and if the formatting is sloppy, it is bc i am a self-taught HTML coder.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Argumentative Indian

i feel like a pendulum right now, swinging back and forth between loving and detesting India. random things keep happening that constantly and drastically affect my mood:

down: friday at Bangla Sahib, when i got my shoes back after visiting the Gurudwara, they were covered in some hard, dried, goo that made the shoes unbearable to wear. we think it might have been some kind of super-strong adhesive?

up: monday night i got a call from karthik to go see amartya sen speak. way cool-- he even signed his new book for me!

down: behemoth report on indian banking sector is due next week, and i can't get going on it

up: only one more week of internship

down: at least 100,000 other indians had the same idea as me to go to Vaishno Devi on independence day weekend. except they had foresight to reserve a room and train ticket. we have to take the bus and spend the night hiking down from the shrine.

up: we'll be hiking at night= less crowd, less heat!

down: i spilled tea all over my white shirt

up: maybe i should buy new clothes since i have ruined about half of the ones i brought here

down: shopping here is so exhausting-- mentally and physically-- sensory overload

up: i'm leaving work early today

bye

Monday, August 01, 2005

the power of jeans with good fit

i feel like such an NRI right now. this weekend i did a lot of shopping, was very bitter (the phrase, "Santosh-- THIS is why your people are in their present situation!" i'm sorry and i take it all back for whomever may have heard), and am now trying to make online reservations for a pilgrimage cum vacation tour. yeah, i liked it how immediately after i book my ticket to Jammu, there is a 24-hour shootout in Srinagar...

i bought the best pair of jeans ever this weekend. they are kind of stretchy and the alteration of the length was free! and they were practically free due to a scheme at Globus. i also got some new office wear and am trying to get one of my western suits copied (i'm keeping expectations low).

luckily, the jeans are so good they got me out of my bad mood.

friday night was my anniversary. it was really good, EXCEPT I WAS NOT WITH GUDDU! so the deputy filled in, and we went first to the Hanuman mandir (prasad=laddu) in Connaught Place, and then to the Catholc Church (prasaad=eucharist... no, santosh, you can NOT take the prasaad) and got to sit in on mass, and then to Bangla Sahib Gurudwara (prasad=gooey ghee-filled sweetness) where they were about to put the book to bed... it was a very produtcive evening bc i've been with guddu to each place and i got to think and reflect a bit (aka "pray"). when pappu got home that evening, in addition to the now-routine Vadilal chocolate cone, he brought gulab jamun AND a khadi-looking kurti. when i wear this with my new jeans, santosh says i look like a student politician. go CPI! not.

we also did a lot of shopping for items to bring back to india. i will post a counter part to the ever-popular "contents of my suitcase" post from back in may once the time comes. i know you can't wait!

kelley left last night and i wish i was on that plane, too. i am really looking forward to coming home! and finding a job! and finishing school!