When you’re 30 and you know it, clap your hands

And when you’re 32, clap your feet too. Doesn’t make sense? Well, that’s life, sorry to disappoint you. I’ve truly started believing there’s no meaning to this one life we lead. Ok sorry for generalizing, this one life I live. Isn’t that what nihilism is? I came across the word in a book I was reading a while ago and I  looked it up online. Google defined it as “the rejection of all religious and moral principles, often in the belief that life is meaningless”. It was an earth-shattering moment, kinda like God him/herself coming down and going “gotcha, suckers”. Basically, Google was my God delivering divine intervention through the written word. I didn’t even need to research anymore (I think I should) -that one line just meant everything to me. I don’t know about you but it helped me a great deal. It changed the way I looked at everything – from waking up in the morning to exercising to letting the pedestrian cross the road (so he can get to the other side, haha). As contradictory as it may seem, it gave me a weird me a sense of purpose. To just see this fuckin’ life through. There’s an end date to all this which basically means it’s temporary. So instead of thinking “Damm, I hate waking up at 7 am”, I now think “Great, just 13,870 days to do this and then I am done with this!” You can do the math to figure out what my intended life expectancy is. I think that’s pretty cool, isn’t it? I have to clarify, though, I’m not a cynic or a depressed maniac because of this. I truly, truly am happy living life this way – one day at a time, knowing that a fancy UFO is coming soon to teleport me out of this world and poof I’d go as I vanish into thin air. I just hope I have an audience to watch me go. Or even better, they can join me! Oooh, this is getting exciting! (Write to me if you would like me to put in a recommendation to the outer space dudes to get you in on my leave-the-world-forever tour. Half price tickets, guys. No? Ok fine, it’s free. Just for you. You can thank me later.)

When you put a countdown to it, though, it makes things exciting and at the same time super intense because there’s only so much time left! I have to start planning every single of my 13,970 days (+-10 days, room for error and all). That many people to meet, those many jokes to be laughed at, that much food to be eaten and well, those many pounds to lose, ahem. There’s a lot of people to say good bye to but that just means there’s a lot more happy memories to be collected and pictures to be instagrammed. Yes, I still am an active-as-hell instagrammer, if anything more so now.  Bottom line, I think I need to get a bucket list going and one that’s pretty realistic, no? No lofty goals like I need to visit every single country in the world. Just believable, achievable things like I want to kiss my dogs goodnight every single day for the next 40 years or lose 40 lbs in 40 days. I think I can do that. Totally achievable, absolutely 200% right up my alley. Perfect, that’s a start.

While I go and continue to populate my list, I leave you all with today’s nomination for the World’s greatest invention – the infamous autocorrect. This post would not have been possible without the continuous, every-word spell check support that helped convert many inappropriate words into more elegant language. 

Until next gime… sorry, lime. Dammit, I mean time. Oh well, I spoke too soon🙊

How social(media) are you?

I’m on Facebook, Instagram, whatsapp and telegram. Pinterest, yes. Twitter, no. Snapchat – kinda, too dumb to figure it out and way too less patience for it. But I’m active on Instagram and I post pictures and videos of myself and my little puppy (who’s one but I will never, EVER accept he’s an adult now) pretty much everyday. I click, filter, post and refresh and re-refresh the page to put my math skills to use by counting “hearts” aka likes (or is loves?). I’m not a bigwig and so I don’t get 40,000 likes, not even 4,000 or well, 400 but I get 40 and I’m elated! I feel like an icon, like a celebrity. I walk out of home wondering if someone is going to recognize the mom-puppy duo that is Bam Bam and I. Until, ofcourse, realization hits that out of the 40 likes, 39 are sister, besties, boyfriend, cousins, colleagues and then finally 2 likes from freeee_followers_likesssss and want_sex_me. So,well, no, unless all of those people are around me no one is going to recognize me. But I like to believe that may happen and it keeps my confidence up and I dress up and leave home with my chin up. That’s a good thing isn’t it? 

I bought a book shelf, filled it with books but don’t necessarily read often enough as I would like. I learnt to bike, and was gifted a bike but don’t necessarily ride often enough as I would like. I bought a 55″ 4K tv earlier this year but don’t watch it as much as I would like. I have paints – I love to paint! But I don’t do it as much as I would like. My bed’s unmade, sheets unchanged, clothes unfolded for over a month now – as much as I would love to be a neatness freak and have an image of a clean bed (like on Pinterest) in my head. But I know what new hoodie Evy’s tree is releasing this fall, how Chloe the dog jumped over a hoop this morning and how much each of the new organic, all- natural soap in that new ethical, fair-trade shop costs. All of this – isn’t so much a good thing, is it?

I’m social, alright. I love people, love dogs, animals and kids. Insects, not so much, but that’s a different thing. But do I talk enough? I text a LOT – is that talking? In my mind, each of my text “conversations” are important and I put all my energy into typing it out. But if someone calls me, I shut down. I put the call on speaker and text others (confession alert). I have stats of how many likes, chats and/or shipping alert emails I may have gotten in 0.15 seconds running through the back of my head like a stock market ticker. Sad? I agree. Isn’t this not not a good thing?

Honestly? I don’t know. This is the new digital era and all that cliched crap. And somewhere I feel, this is it. This is the new social. This is how people do it. We party not to have fun, but to dress up and post pictures. You have a dog, babies etc to tell the world how wonderful the experience is. We watch movies with a critical eye so we can announce or denounce the screenplay, editing and background music(?). We confess, gloat and grow with our online support groups, hoping and wishing that there are atleast 5 unknown people out there who wish the best for you and their prayers for you would count. It’s such a mess but it’s such a big part of our lives these days that is hard to dissociate without coming across as being anti-social(media). We do it to fit in yet to try and be innovative lu unique through it.

Now excuse me while I go look at what dog_lover_221 has to say about my recent post. I’ve been blogging on my phone long enough to miss 22 notifications (yes, that’s an exaggeration).

End of part-1. Don’t go looking for a part-2 because it may never happen. But yes, please follow me on Instagram – preetiramachandran🙊🙈🙉🤐


If you think I’m going to write about something as cliche as “change is the only thing constant in this world”, well, you’re right. Because it is. It defines everything around me, maybe you too, but especially me. I’m constantly changing, my thoughts, my mind. Maybe I’m fickle. Or maybe I’m normal. Normal, what does it even mean anyway? A word that defines and destroys everything that one knows. But I’ll get into that later. I have but obviously changed since the last time I presented myself to the outside world. Physically went through multiple transformations of fat to thin and fat again. Mentally, is another different story in my case. Sometimes I feel I’m the embodiment of strength. Tough times make people stronger and all that jazz. Other times I accept my vulnerabilities, bordering on self-pity and drowning in why-mes. Only to regain composure through knowledge that this, too, is another phase – a tough one that shall pass and make me tougher. All that toughening should’ve transformed me into a lady in shining armor but nope, I changed again. And no one, not even me, saw it coming.

There have been definitive phases and phrases in the last few years that I want to talk about because I do not want them to be mere conversations in my mind. I actually want to see them written out, listened to or read by, so I can rationalize if I am right or wrong, insipid or super smart. Or is it merely just perspective, because in this day and age everything is relegated as individual choice or freedom of expression without the confinements of being right or wrong, morally or otherwise. 

Here I am. Back again.

My Four Letter Word of the Season

Profanities aside, it’s time for profundities. The past couple months have been some of the worst times I’ve ever had. The unexpected events that happened pushed me out of my zone and into a realm of disappointment and pain that I never knew existed. I wish I could go into details but the lack of anonymity on this blog forces me to refrain. Besides, it is just too hurtful to express the anguish I have gone through. Yea, it really  was that bad. And no, I’m not talking about a broken nail or the avalanche of white hair that’s sprouted up on my hair (it’s no surprise with stress being the best fodder there is). Well, maybe someday I will be able to talk about it a lot better, not just anonymously but right on this very blog. It is pretty sensational stuff, it is. Or atleast that is what my friends tell me – that I have to share my experiences because they are eye-openers. I don’t know about that because thinking of it just makes my eyes close. And wince.

That said, I’ve rediscovered the silver lining on the clouds – my friends & family and ice cream, in that order. People who’ve stuck by me no matter what. No matter if I call them at 3 am and bawl my heart out. No matter if I scare them by begging them to come get me and take me away. No.Matter.What. I thank my stars every, single day for giving them to me. Good people do exist after all. Oh and ice cream? Well, I thank it simply for being the delicious goodness that it is.

I’m pretty proud of how I’ve handled things. Ofcourse, I’ve let go of myself many a times but I’ve still held together pretty good.  Unity in adversity, you can say. With every fall, I’ve picked myself up. Sound familiar? Apart from it being used to no end for a long while now it’s no wonder then that when the line “Why do we fall, Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up” came up in the movie, I sat clutching my heart, tears rolling down, shaking my head so vigorously I almost went dizzy. And it’s been my motto ever since.

I may have not moved on but I definitely moved forward, looking out for the next thing to do. “Ok, so this failed, now what?” And that’s when I realized that the one thing that always, always has remained (since time immemorial and all that) and will continue to remain is Hope. It’s what made Japan get up after Hiroshima-Nagasaki, keeps resilient stock brokers going, makes us still vote for the Congress and DMK /AIADMK despite their repertoire for bankrupting, made my Chintu look up expectantly for crumbs that would fall when we were eating biscuits…….you get the drift.  I didn’t really think it was so earlier. When Dolly got the word tattooed, I wasn’t all too impressed. I felt she could’ve gotten something more….I don’t know, something with a lot more depth. To me, strength meant more than hope because I believed that it’s what keeps me going. I reveled in my strength. But you know what? I’m tired of being strong. It’s almost like the stronger you are, the more the world is out to test you. And through all that, the only beacon of light was hope. The hope that there is indeed light at the end of the tunnel and that even if right now is messed up, it’s all going to be A-ok.

And that, folks, is my four letter word of the season. In fact, it’s why I’m digging into this tub of peanut butter ice cream with the hope that the pounds aren’t going to pile on.

Global Warming or Climate Change?

So, 2011 went by pretty much in the blink of an eye. It’s funny how life seems to just pass by, don’t you think? Especially when you take everyday as it comes. Which is what I did the entire last year. Coming to the US away from family was a decision I took for a multitude of reasons that I don’t want to discuss again. I never realized what I missed till I went back for the ‘annual vacation’. For those of you who I’m friends with on facebook, my dramatic exclamations of vacation hangover is but obvious. Well, it’s all over my profile! Ever since I’ve gotten back though, things with me have been different. I guess maybe everyone goes through it? That home sickness hitting you all over again, the moping, the crying etc etc. But for me somehow it’s been more. It’s almost as if my eyes have been opened up.

Though I did not come to the US craving for the ‘luxuries’ it has to offer (trust me, being a student here doesn’t even warrant using the word luxury in the same sentence – not even by a trillion miles), I did come here craving for something else – freedom. Or rather, just to be away from a lot of things like, say, society snacking on my brains with the whole marriage talk. I got here, got a bit of that ‘ah-it-feels-so-good’ thing for exactly 22 milliseconds. And then it hit me – this country is way over rated. But I managed to get through the year cribbing about its idiosyncrasies and keeping myself super busy with monitoring the price of tomatoes at Kroger. Apparently I’ve changed – that’s what my parents felt when I went back. And thankfully they meant it in the positive way. For example, they were shocked /elated/disapprovingly approving of the fact that a) I lost quite a bit of weight (imagine someone actually said,”Ava US poitu elaipa nu terinjirnda minadiye anupirkalame” which basically means if they knew I would lose weight on coming to the US then my parents should’ve sent me earlier! I mean seriously, ok? What gives!) b) I’m, by quite a significant degree, more responsible, aka less of a spendthrift. I actually managed to save a decent amount of money being a student and my Dad was super impressed while Mom kept flaunting it around.

I was equally, if not more, shocked to realize that I have changed. Double-taking became my only reaction to everything around me. No, no – not the usual US-return reaction of ohmygodIndiaissooodirty but at the bloody inflation rate! So, this amazingly yum milkshake that I used to drink in that juice shop in Citi Centre for Rs. 45 EXACTLY a year ago was now Rs. 106! Can you believe that?!  Palmolive Mineral etcetc body wash went from Rs. 90 to Rs. 125. Even the Besant Nagar korathis know about recession and inflation albeit in their ‘velai vaasi yeri pochu ma‘ (I think that means prices have gone up) way. And I found it even harder to accept that people have just accepted it. My sister has credit card bills in the 40-50k range every month. My parents don’t even flinch when they see grocery bills of 7-8k per month. And well, don’t even get my started on petrol! Rs. 73!  And when I’d complain, people would just look at me amused and say, but yet not say, shutup and get over it!

That is when I realized that maybe I should just move back to India. I’m 92.835% there already. The remaining, uhm, do-the-math% is only considering the money power I have here which is, if anything, only attributed to the damned currency conversions. I know I can save more being here – by ofcourse living like a mini- pichaikari in the process. But yet, it is a pretty fulfilling thing to know that you have saved and given back. It feels really, really, really good. But then again, I don’t wanna be one of those kids who merely send xxx$ to parents per month, do one visit per year and then say amma I love you. While I’m not saying that is wrong – I don’t want to do that. I may be forced to resort to it for certain reasons, but it’s not going to be for too long.

And suddenly after getting back here, I feel suffocated by the vastness around me – in all its oxy-moronish wisdom. Hearing the high pitched it’slikeit’slikeohmygaad voice of American teenagers brings out the inner mami in me by making me want to say something really mean and inappropriate to shut them up. One more minute of hip-hop blaring in my ears and I can throw up. This is thanks to my undergrad ABCD housemate who thinks that she’s being one big fat blob of coolness by playing songs that are basically expletive-stringed-shlokas. Infact, oddly my room mate and I were considering playing Suprabhatham at 6 am just for the kicks😛 Suddenly, the very freedom I wanted is making me so claustrophobic that I need closure. I want amma, appa, Dolly and the whole package deal with me all the time. Every time I velaku-ethify (light the lamp. Yes, I may have tattoos and all but I’m pious ok?) Kabaleeshwar Koil nostalgia hits me so hard it makes me cry.

It is all like global warming and climate change. A couple of decades ago, global warming was cult. It was feared akin to the Devas fearing the Asuras. Homams were conducted in Parthasarathy koil to nullify the effect of greenhouse gases trapping sun’s incident rays and increasing the earth’s temperature thus causing polar icecaps to melt and increasing global sea levels leading to flooding etc. It was the most love-to-hate thing there was. Then came the decade of the skeptics who claimed temperatures are increasing but not increasing, it exists but does not exist kind of stuff. Soon, people got bored and continued eating idlis or pancakes or whatever for breakfast and going on with life. Now, the term has been rechristened climate change. Too many skeptics have shaken the foundation of scientists enough to just let it be. No warming and all, just – change.

In that sense, I feel – if something as big as the Earth can change, then why not me?

Promises are meant to be broken

I’ve been playing around with the title on this one for quite a while now. I don’t know why but to me, I need to have a good title to my posts for me to actually continue writing. And usually when inspiration to write strikes, it does in the form of a title. That said, the reason why I think this one is apt is pretty obvious I guess, if you read the previous post. I had decided to break my silence on this page and had taken a solemn oath to write everyday. But I failed. Pretty miserably considering I did it just once🙂 In my defense, my laptop crashed and I did not have internet for more than 2 weeks after that. And well, sanctity of promises apart, walking down to the library to write  a post when I haven’t stepped in there to borrow a book in a long while is a little…over. I assure you my conscience is successfully punctured (not just pricked).

So, things have been busy. Studies are tough, days just fly by. I live homework-to-homework, class-t0-class. Exam week just went by and I’m definitely not too happy with the way I’ve done. There were things I’ve not dealt with earlier and the fact that my background is totally different doesn’t help. I’m trying hard not to do the retrospective introspection that would only add a little lime and chilli powder to that punctured spot I mentioned earlier. I chose to be here for my own reasons and I must live with it. I think it’s something to be proud of if you can actually take a decision that most people are against (including yourself) and stick by it. Unfortunately the cribber in me would be proud yet crib🙂

I had a good good summer in terms of activity. I got my weight down significantly which is something I’ve been battling for a while. Training for a half marathon (that I never completed – both the training and the run itself) got me running quite a bit. Maybe not too fast, maybe  not the entire distance but I did get up to doing 6miles and am quite proud of that. For someone who couldn’t jog for a whole 2 minutes, that’s quite an achievement. And all those muscles were an added bonus🙂 At the expense of sounding vain, I must tell you I spent quite a bit of time admiring myself and my newly acquired muscles. BUT, and how I hate these buts, the start of school kind of put a stop to my I-can-run-from-USA-to-India-if-I-want dreams. I now sit on this one spot on my bed, sprawled as I am, laptop in hand and books, calculator and other paraphernalia around me. How I crave physical activity – the high it gives to complete a run! I’m hoping for some semblance of a schedule to arise soon (I know I need to work on it).

Anyway, I’ve got nothing much to say now. Not that what I’ve written till now made sense but yet🙂 Until next!