Numbers

I just realized that it's been a year since I started blogging- Oct 13th 2005.
I know many people frown at numerology, palmistry, things that have no basis in the scientific world per se.
But this is my personal observation about recurring number 4s, 2s and 8s in my life. My bdate is 31, I lived on the 13th floor in my old apt and now my apt # is 301. In India we live on the 4th floor and our apt no is 8. Many of my friends and people I get along with are 2s, 4s, 8s and 1s. I do not follow numerology for my life decisions. But I cannot deny the presence of these nos. so frequently on a day to day basis. I frikkin even started my blog on the 13th.
I am not superstitious but I do believe in things that not necessarily can be explained by logic or math or science. After all even in life, arent there so many little things that one cant make sense of?

A century of experience

I feel compelled to write about this pt of mine. Shez a 100 and still going strong. She lives alone and does most of her things on her own. She loves playing poker and pinochle. She has an attitude that could put a younger person to shame.The biggest thing is that she never complains about anything and seems a very happy contented person. I dont think I wanna live that long but I would be grateful to have her attitude when I am in my 60s.

Its all about me ......

The moon managed to croon me into doing this tag:

i am thinking about...
fall in Boston

i said...
things that I cant take back

i want to...
live life to the fullest and have no regrets

i wish...
for things to be simple and uncomplicated

i hear...
the air conditioner @ full blast behind me, the subway underneath me and the food burning on my stove......gotta go

i wonder...
occassionally about someone

i regret...
wasting time regretting

i am...
always learning

i dance...
currently to latin beats

i sing...
all the time in my head

i cry...
but make sure its unheard

i am not always...
sky-diving

i make with my hands...
edible food (fosix....shut it :P )

i write...
for no special reason

i confuse...
song lyrics :)

i need…
a cuppa coffee to start my day and a book to end it.

A thing of beauty..joy forever

Cannot live .......or die without??

I got a chance to get nostalgic all over again about my long time over Egypt trip.I had been to see the King Tut exhibit with my friends. And after going thro all the multitude of things that the King took to his grave, we got to talking about what we would like buried with us if we had a choice.
My friend wanted her cell phone so that she could communicate with the friends on this side of the grave.
My other friend wanted her 1/2 decaf 1/2 coffee in case she was resurrected, her Nowitzki and Aragorn pics, LOTR books, some CDs, her Levi's 517 .....the butt has to always look good..no matter where :)
I wanted my ipod, lots of books, my DVD player with my netflix subscription and my true companion for the last one year, my laptop...to keep blogging of course.
I wonder what you guys would find the hardest to part with....... and please inanimate objects only :) (....believe it or not......some Kings had their horses and cats buried with them)

Change.........the only constant

I have just found something that I hate with renewed passion. Packing and moving. But it has been such a constant in my life. Started off when I 1st set sail from India to here in '98 . It must have been Rahu Kalam. There was a time bout 2 yrs back when I was sure that was the end of my moving. I had my entire life planned around that piece of land. But life had its own plans for me. Here I am moving for the 13th time in 8 years. Earlier my little Civic who has been my constant companion was my Mover. But of course human nature……the collection has increased over the years and so has my anxiety about moving. Each move has kinda marked a milestone, and the 128K miles on my car. But am hoping my new place is as good to me as my current one has been, not to mention that it is going to be my own. And as I am getting ready to let go of the fabulous Lake Michigan views from my apt and preparing to look onto tall buildings instead, I question the waves : Que sera sera…….

Aamchi Mumbai

I am currently reading Suketu Mehta's "Maximum City". For a person from Mumbai, it is a floodgate of memories opening up. He hasn't missed out on anything...every single detail that is quintessentially Mumbai is in the book. He takes me back through all those years of growing up as a part of that vibrant city which becomes integral to you.Through the ugliness in the city and the beauty of its people, Mumbai is a city that pulsates in you.At least for me....wherever I might be....I could never change my innate identity as a Mumbaiite.