Un anno


Its been a year already!

*shuffles to find my old sheaffers black ink pen*

Things learnt in the year 2008 –

1. There is such a thing as too much alcohol. Hangover is a very real consequence of a night-full of fun.

2. Pilates is a surprisingly good workout, sans the usual huffing-puffing and perspiration

3. Being hestitant gets you nowhere. It can also be misinterpreted as indecision, which is pretty immature. (so is hesitation.. to begin with…)

4. A mug of steaming soup and slices of rustic bread make for a great dinner. (Never knew my tummy could fill up so fast with so little)

5. One needs to keep their eyes open to notice everyday phenomena. Its usually where the elusive bird of singular discoveries lurks.

6. A new language can only be learnt when it is spoken as much and as frequently as possible, with as many random strangers are possible! (Speaking bad ungrammatical french, or rather trying to speak french than english, has opened more doors for me than a sweet smile!)

7. It takes a split second to judge someone – so do some nifty boot-exchanging and walk in your new heels before you are swift to bring down the gavel.

8. It also takes just a split second (or even just an unconscious action or lack of it) for a bond to break. No matter how long it took and how beautifully it flowered, it is never too difficult to snap the bare threads on an already strained camaraderie.

9. It isnt a crime to preen! To look presentable and proper, is the most basic of  social skills. A wardrobe overall is exactly what was needed – and what I got myself.

10. Home isnt a set of people – it isnt even a place. Its a set of circumstances that happened at a certain place and time. All we do, is try to go back to that point in space and time, when things were perfect for us; when we felt our best, when everything was alright with the world – when we were “at home”.


For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed…

The more of a quandary I fall into everytime, I am more than amazed to find, there is always a happy surprise waiting for me at the corner.

song coming back to me like a bolt out of the blue, bringing a ton of very pleasant memories along with it

A surprise visit by a friend for dinner

A warm hug

A spontaneous invite for a coffee by a friend passing by in the corridor

A sudden glimpse of the snow-laden french alps across the lake – through a dense veil of grey clouds

A small but vibrantly red-brown leaf falling right on my head, as I trudge upslope to ride the bleak metro

and last… but definetly not the least – a single reflex camera – complete with a full roll of b/w film – entirely mine to use.

Almost makes me feel like there is a meta-puppeteer somewhere…

The end of summer is depressing.

The days get shorter, leaves get less green, water gets colder….


Sometimes, it just feels like someone is pulling the rug from underneath your feet..

Not with a fast whip, but so imperceptibly slowly, that you dont feel it at all.


I cant seem to stand fools gladly these days. Ofcourse, “fools”, judged to be so by my own standards and “stand” = can’t wait to run out on them.

Is this what is called being snooty? high-handed? maybe difficult?

Or solitary, a loner, a recluse.. a misanthrope…


My earworm – the haunting ‘Inertia Creeps’ by Massive Attack.

Should I be worried?

Pictures with/of/for People

If one would look at all the pictures I took during my trip to Perigord, Les Ezyies and such, a stark lack of human forms would be apparent.

I consciously avoid people pictures. Mostly because I hate being in front of the lens, and thus, wouldnt want to subject anyone else to that caliber of torture.

Inanimate objects are a safer alternative, for an abysmally amateur “picture-taking-person” like me.

But occasionally, in times of weakness … it feels like Im waiting forever, for someone to come and take a picture of me. My soul and form laid bare for everyone to see and having no regrets, of how it turned out.


is inevitable.

I know that. Its been drilled into my head – by my parents, by friends and by my own alter-ego.

I think I have been/made myself quite immune to its happening. I seldom notice when the change is taking place, but when it is brought to my notice, I react with the usual symptoms – disbelief, anger, denial… and very very rarely acceptance.

Do I actually adapt to changes in my life?

Or do I just push them behind into the dark recesses of our minds and refuse to think about it until it is pushed right up-front of our faces by the ever-present present? Confession – I do this more often than not.

Evolution kills all the fun.

Just when I need a pair of silk-spinning glands to weave a cocoon around myself and retreat from the outside world, it goes ahead and makes me a human.

A female, at that too.

Recent studies in rodents have suggested that….

“These studies have relied heavily on….

“Neurodevelopmental disorders typically have complex phenotypes…

“Evidence from several brain regions suggest…

“The purpose of the this study is…

“Using electrophysiological techniques in embryonic and early postnatal cortex…

*Does an Eureka-moment-dance, hoping for a shower… nay, even a drop will do*