9-12-2012

Before you start presuming that this is post is about how life has changed post 9-11, you're sadly mistaken. Its about change, certainly. But not one that concerns the world for sure. On this day, last year, I landed in Seattle, embarking on a journey I had absolutely no clue about. As excited as I was to start this new chapter, I had too many butterflies fluttering maddeningly in my stomach to feel even remotely comfortable, or rather associate butterflies with any form of beauty at all. And now that I look back, the past year seems like a blur. People warned me about how slow life can be in Grad school and in a country outside your own, you had that many more apprehensions to thwart. People who've known me for long tell me I've changed. Some tell me I've not. It mostly depends on how honest I choose to be with them. But I feel I've changed. I know I've changed. And here's how:

- I have a checking account with money I can actually call my own. Well, I did earn some in the months before I got accepted into Grad school, but after I quit, I pretty much blew it all away on unnecessarily expensive latte in coffee shops (I could have just said coffee, but using fancy names makes me feel less guilty). On the downside, I'm still barely above poverty line in the US, but converting it to the ever-plummeting Rupee makes me feel a whole lot better. Its really stupid. But it does the trick.

- I can cook! And considering I could barely poach my own eggs (It sounded a lot different in my head!) not so long ago, its quite gratifying. And I can not only cook, but do a pretty darn good job of it. And that's not the usual me patting my own back. People have actually eaten stuff I prepared for them and liked it. Also the fact that they live to tell the tale, and that I haven't received threatening letters from WHO yet, telling me to stop whatever it is I do in the kitchen in the name of cooking, for the fear of endangering hungry, trusting lives out there, I think I can safely commend myself on my acquired culinary skills. I did think of opening a restaurant once, but going over the list of things I want for myself before I die, it seems pretty impossible to realize that dream in this life. Maybe if I was a cat, I had a better shot. Hmm. (Now I'm thinking what kind of cat I would make if I was born as one. But never mind.)

- I have started working out. I recall having mentioned how lazy I am as a person, sitting on my ass all day being my favourite 'activity'. So keeping that in mind, I think I've made great progress. Its only been a week though, and other than the thought of chopping my limbs off just to be able to change sides while sleeping without groaning/tearing up, I'm feeling quite good. And before you know it, I'll be ripped, toned, with sixteen-pack washboard abs giving the likes of Jean-Claude Van Damme a run for his money (only that he has none I'm sure).

- I have started taking things a lot less seriously. And by 'things', I mean the sort of regular pettiness that used to bother me to no end only a year back. It gives me a strange sense of freedom. And coupled with the God-given sharp tongue, there can be nothing but disaster. But who cares. Life's too short (And no, I won't be dying anytime soon in case you're wondering). So, live life on your own terms. And die your own man. *Applause* (I'm shocked at my own profundity. Good job Me!)

- And the thing that I'm most proud of, is the decision of making this blog a regular feature. And by 'regular' I mean twice a month. (For all those sniggering out there, its better than writing once every six months or less isn't it? So I say its a start.) And I still dream of writing that book that's going to make me famous. And the film I'm going to direct. And the music album I'm going to record. And the Oscars and Grammys I'll struggle to find a place for on the shelf. And the day I'm going to be President. There's so much to do and so little time! Gosh!

- And most importantly, I'm alive to document this bullshit. Hail and hearty. I made it! Way to go survivor!