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August
So posterity may witness the making of the universe's greatest person
8/2/02
Mon Dieu! Cette semaine etait tres mal pour les ordinateurs... Maintenant, ce n'est pas possible pour moi to update reguarly, because the internet is out at my grandmother's. I can't help it. This means, of course, that I have no time at all except to check mail and type a few words here. I'm getting dirty looks from my brother, who wants to go on now. Bye
8/8/02
The day before yesterday, Adithya, Gangu, and I went to see "Bend It Like Beckham" (the second time around for Adith and me) at the theatre. Going to a movie here is dangerous business now. In the past six months, the level of crime here has jumped way up, and no one knows why. In the paper the next morning, there was an article about a girl who was harassed and beaten up by a group of college boys at the same theatre during the matinee! When the girl's friend and the police tried to intervene, they were beaten up, too. It's a scary thing. Unfortunately, it is becoming more common. It's called eve-teasing here, and it's basically when college students tease girls going to college. It doesn't usually get so violent, but it's a horrible thing to happen anyway...
Anyway, if that movie happens to be out there, check it out. It's a ful little story of an indian girl living in the UK who wants to play soccer, but her parents won't let her. It comes complete with a sing- and dance-along ending.
Adith is sick. He had a 103 fever last night, and was complaining that he was having difficulty breathing. Pati had to ice him (put ice on him to cool him down). Now his feaver has gone, but he's not well still. Tomorrow Tara and I are driving to Karuveli for some festival or the other. Karuveli is a temple in a village that my grandfater helps to support. We've never been there, and he felt that this was a good time to get us acquainted with the place. Apparently, the responsibility will be passed down to us...
Now I have to change and get ready for the trip. It is, I think, a 6 or 7 hour car ride there. Ugh!
8/10/02
We went to karuveli yesterday, and came back around 2pm today. It was an experience, and I will write up a long, long, long entry describing somewhere else. long entries here tend to disfigure the layout. Speaking of which, can anyone tell me how one goes about fixing a table so the length is the same, no mater what?
Anyway, I was kicked out of the AC room because amma was telling everyone about her temple trip. I am not very happy about it. I want to know what happened, too!
8/11/02
Not much has been happening today... Of course, being the dutiful person I know I am somewhere deep down, I decided to type a few words here. The problem is, I have nothing to say. Rather than leave you with empty words, I have here a few poems by Dorothy Parker.
Oscar Wilde
If, with the literate, I am
Impelled to try an epigram,
I never seek to take the credit;
We all assume that Oscar said it
Thomas Carlyle
Carlyle combined the lit'ry life
With throwing teacups at his wife,
Remarking, rather testily,
"Oh, stop your dodging, Mrs. C.!"
8/11/02
Our PTCG (Poor Temporarily Crippled Grandmother) was in so much pain yesterday that Dr. Kutti Chiti (literal translation: little aunt) gave her a shot to ease the pain. Amma took one look at the medication and burst out laughing. It seems that this was the pain killer the doc gave her when she was giving birth to the three of us! It took away the pain though, and pati slept through the night. Up until noon this morning, she was getting up from the sitting position in under five minutes.
Oh, wait... I never told you the circumstances surrounding her injury, did I? That will be the topic tomorrow.
8/15/02
Happy
Independence
Day!
It was this day, 55 years ago, that India gained it's independence from Great Britain. So rejoice and wave your flag!
8/16/02
Pati (my grandmother) took her second trip up a very holy mountain in the Himalayas this spring. The first time, she did the entire climb on foot, but this time she went on a bus. They were coming back at 11 at night, when the driver fell asleep at the wheel. The bus rolled off the road and down the mountain. It would have rolled straight into the river, but was stopped by a mile marker. Miraculously, nobody was seriously injured! Raja mama, pati's brother, walked away with a few minor scratches. Pati, though has a cracked rib, and it when she gets up out of her cahir, she is in extreme pain. We are all thankful that she didn't die, or get a serious injury. Of course, she's a veteran. This was the fourth time she had been in a car that rolled. Each time it's a bigger car and it falls farther... We're hoping she'll stick to sea level places and tiny cars from now on.
8/16/02
If I could have anything I wanted right now, I would wish for a platter of good cheeses. Why? Because nothing is half so good as a some fine cheese on bread and fruits to make you feel content. The world seems rosier with a bit of Boursin in your tummy, and some Manchego to look forward to. I could recite sonnets devoted to the sharp, delicious pecorino, or the creamy, subtle spell of Brie. Haikus about the perfect chevre, melting in my mouth, rattle through my brain. But, alas, I have very little cheese. Some decent brie, a little parmesan, and a small block of feta, that's all. But as I always say, a bit is better than none.
8/22/02
Jet lagged. Also quite bored. My extra energy burst came after yoga (it really energises you, which is kinda weird), so now I want to cook. Unfortunately, there are no veggies in the house. Instead, I'm going to write a nice long letter to Sheila... I have a lot to tell.
8/25/02
I just learned something: When your head is lower than your hips, you panic for a moment, but even after you settle down, the panic never fully goes away. Try it. Lie sown on a hillside with your head lower than your feet. You never feel truly relaxed.
9/2/02
Last night, JoAnne and I were talking, and we realized that no matter where you go, chances are, you're likely to meet a person (or multiple people) from Texas, or find a Hard Rock Cafe. I think it's a conspiracy, that these Texans are using Hard Rock Cafe's around the world as their local base for taking over the country. I mean, they're already brazen enough to put one of their own in the presidency. What next?
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