I *sincerely* appreciate everyone remembering my birthday, even as I'm so far out of sight and out of mind. Yay! It could've easily snowballed into a pitiful day. But it didn't, and for that, I thank you. Much love.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Ok, so I won't name any names...
Someone... actually one of my all time favorite people ever... calls my house, talks to my parents on my birthday.... (the following is a realtime transcript of the conversation):
unnamed friend: I'm probably moving out of Chicago.
my mom (joking around) : why? you got a boyfriend?
unnamed friend (not joking around) : yeah, actually, that is why.
my mom (shocked) : really? does rups have a secret boyfriend too?
unnamed friend: I'm probably moving out of Chicago.
my mom (joking around) : why? you got a boyfriend?
unnamed friend (not joking around) : yeah, actually, that is why.
my mom (shocked) : really? does rups have a secret boyfriend too?
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
double take
Everyone up on this piece knows I got malaria, right? Got it *twice* in the first half of the year. That was lots of fun.
Then, 2 months ago, I broke a toe playing ultimate frisbee... which, apparently, wasn't good enough for me; we just went to an adventure retreat to Panchmari, MP, where I fall out of a mango tree and manage to break three toes (including rebreaking the original)! Gwah!!!!
This year is just too much. But, no worries. I am fine. :)
In other news, I just went rappelling off a cliff (yes, before, the tree fall). Scariest physical thing I have ever, ever done. I didn't want to do it when I got to the top...
(this year has taught me that I have trust issues with letting myself free fall backwards)
but the guy up top literally nudges me off the peak to a point that I can't climb back up...
And the only option left was down.
I almost passed out...
but, man, when I finally hit the ground, I felt like the strongest woman ever.
On a lighter note, I had been aching to go swimming for a long while now. Living where I am, it proves a bit difficult to always have drinking water, let alone to go swimming.
But, in MP, we hiked to a waterfall. The others literally had to drag me out. I was so satisfied.
****
6 weeks left in the fellowship --> the countdown begins. Holy jeebus.
****
To my poets:
I'm gonna miss this year's VONA!
Noooooooooooooo!!!
I am really missin you guys and our collective voice. I know y'all are still writing and the thought makes me really happy. I've been meaning to get some of the work I've done this year out to you guys, but my net access, as you can imagine, has been minimal.
However, I have gotten some articles published in random places. I actually just found out that one just got published in a newspaper called India Abroad. It's a gradual process, but it's a start.
Much love. Chase the things that inspire you and keep writing. I'm definitely thinking of you guys.
I want to unfold.
Let no place in me hold itself closed,
for where I am closed,
I am false.
I want to stay clear in your sight.
-- Rilke (from the Book of Hours)
Then, 2 months ago, I broke a toe playing ultimate frisbee... which, apparently, wasn't good enough for me; we just went to an adventure retreat to Panchmari, MP, where I fall out of a mango tree and manage to break three toes (including rebreaking the original)! Gwah!!!!
This year is just too much. But, no worries. I am fine. :)
In other news, I just went rappelling off a cliff (yes, before, the tree fall). Scariest physical thing I have ever, ever done. I didn't want to do it when I got to the top...
(this year has taught me that I have trust issues with letting myself free fall backwards)
but the guy up top literally nudges me off the peak to a point that I can't climb back up...
And the only option left was down.
I almost passed out...
but, man, when I finally hit the ground, I felt like the strongest woman ever.
On a lighter note, I had been aching to go swimming for a long while now. Living where I am, it proves a bit difficult to always have drinking water, let alone to go swimming.
But, in MP, we hiked to a waterfall. The others literally had to drag me out. I was so satisfied.
****
6 weeks left in the fellowship --> the countdown begins. Holy jeebus.
****
To my poets:
I'm gonna miss this year's VONA!
Noooooooooooooo!!!
I am really missin you guys and our collective voice. I know y'all are still writing and the thought makes me really happy. I've been meaning to get some of the work I've done this year out to you guys, but my net access, as you can imagine, has been minimal.
However, I have gotten some articles published in random places. I actually just found out that one just got published in a newspaper called India Abroad. It's a gradual process, but it's a start.
Much love. Chase the things that inspire you and keep writing. I'm definitely thinking of you guys.
I want to unfold.
Let no place in me hold itself closed,
for where I am closed,
I am false.
I want to stay clear in your sight.
-- Rilke (from the Book of Hours)
You should go...
.. this guy spoke at our orientation- he's intense and super versed in, well, building bridges. And, he's in town on my birthday (you didn't forget did you?!)
Anyhow, Vimz especially, you'd like him. Go if you can:
The Coalition for Building Bridges of Understanding
Cordially invites you to a meeting and discussion with Shri Harsh Mander
On Friday, June 24, 2005, 6:45 PM, At Lincolnwood City Hall, 6900 N. Lincoln Avenue, Lincolnwood. Dinner will be provided. Mr. Mander is a strong voice in India for social justice, pluralism, religious tolerance, communal harmony and the rule of law. He is a respected activist, a well-known public speaker and a reputed author. He was awarded the Rajiv Gandhi National Sadbhavana Award for peace work, and the M.A.Thomas National Human Rights Award in 2002. Mr. Mander will talk about strengthening Indian democracy and promoting social Justice in this inter-active meeting. Please join us for a lively discussion.
For more information call: (630) 971-9873
Anyhow, Vimz especially, you'd like him. Go if you can:
The Coalition for Building Bridges of Understanding
Cordially invites you to a meeting and discussion with Shri Harsh Mander
On Friday, June 24, 2005, 6:45 PM, At Lincolnwood City Hall, 6900 N. Lincoln Avenue, Lincolnwood. Dinner will be provided. Mr. Mander is a strong voice in India for social justice, pluralism, religious tolerance, communal harmony and the rule of law. He is a respected activist, a well-known public speaker and a reputed author. He was awarded the Rajiv Gandhi National Sadbhavana Award for peace work, and the M.A.Thomas National Human Rights Award in 2002. Mr. Mander will talk about strengthening Indian democracy and promoting social Justice in this inter-active meeting. Please join us for a lively discussion.
For more information call: (630) 971-9873
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth
let's not speak in any language,
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines,
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victory with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
Now I'll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.
-- Pablo Neruda
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth
let's not speak in any language,
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines,
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victory with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
Now I'll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.
-- Pablo Neruda
Monday, June 06, 2005
culture shock x 298739483984273984 =
this moment. Ask me where I am.
Yesterday, I finished errands ... walked out to to the farthest reaches of the villages...mid afternoon... 120+ degrees. ...
EEEEES HOT OUT HERE!!!
... then we hop a jeep with no doors and blow through a sand storm to a village about 25 km away. It's the village of this super sweet man that works with us. His son is getting married in 2 days; so we congradulate the groom before we head out of town for two weeks on business. (writing our research paper, then a retreat in Madhya Pradesh)
Point of ramblings:
Yesterday, at this time, I was pulling through villages in the midafternoon desert heat and sandstorms....
Today, I am writing a research paper on my laptop. I'm in a coffee shop in big city Ahmedabad. With wireless internet access. With an apple-walnut protein shake ( it's soooo good...). In air conditioning!!! And the things on the menu... things such as macchiatos or red bull or a brownie with ice cream?!?!?. Whoa.
Can we say culture shock?
.. yet at the same time, it's a total flashback to college. Cept the coffee here is better. As is the scene out the window.
Ok, my five day deadline on this paper looms. Must get back to work. Much love.
Yesterday, I finished errands ... walked out to to the farthest reaches of the villages...mid afternoon... 120+ degrees. ...
EEEEES HOT OUT HERE!!!
... then we hop a jeep with no doors and blow through a sand storm to a village about 25 km away. It's the village of this super sweet man that works with us. His son is getting married in 2 days; so we congradulate the groom before we head out of town for two weeks on business. (writing our research paper, then a retreat in Madhya Pradesh)
Point of ramblings:
Yesterday, at this time, I was pulling through villages in the midafternoon desert heat and sandstorms....
Today, I am writing a research paper on my laptop. I'm in a coffee shop in big city Ahmedabad. With wireless internet access. With an apple-walnut protein shake ( it's soooo good...). In air conditioning!!! And the things on the menu... things such as macchiatos or red bull or a brownie with ice cream?!?!?. Whoa.
Can we say culture shock?
.. yet at the same time, it's a total flashback to college. Cept the coffee here is better. As is the scene out the window.
Ok, my five day deadline on this paper looms. Must get back to work. Much love.