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I’d like all of you to read the title with a classic tamizh accent, hence reading faar-into faarin.

This bootiphul post (or so I assume it shall turn out in the end), is dedicated to all those friends of mine who have bravely ventured into the western world (not just the U.S.A. any more) and have become a class of people whom I’ve termed <term-under-construction>. So here’s how you know you have friends far into foreign land (a little guide).

1. You get added on skype and make more video talks (thereby seeing more of them) than you did all your life you knew them.

2. You see albums of places unheard of (so far), in the likes of Williamsburg on the WabashKirkstall Abbey, and Burlington Coat Factory!

3. You get updates on the weather forcast.

Ooh! You knowvaa? It is minus two here, and it’s not even winter. Apparently fall itself is colder than usual this year. I don’t know how I am going to survive yaar . . .

(quite an oxymoron, to have both the aa suffix and yaar in the same quote – but I suppose that covers dialects all over India – top to bottom ;))

4. You see some of them relinquish their religion

5. You see pictures of birthday parties celebrated in style, with Indian music being of core attraction

Cartoon brilliantly drawn on Microsoft paint, by me. 😀

6. You hear their reminiscing of simple Indian things

Oh how I wish I could eat the parathas at the dhaba outside college, drink chikkoo shake from that juice shop, give clothes at the laundry outside, get my hair done for less than 10 euros, . . .

7. You see their patriotism rise ten fold *after* they’ve fled the country

Yes, that’s the Indian tricolour, a bit garbled though. Picture in colour courtesy Kolor.

8. They celebrate events that were once totally foreign to you (and even to them)

Easter island picture modified from Marek Zochowski’s here.

9. They attend Halloween parties without costumes

Disclaimer: I’ve been through most of these myself, so do not misinterpret this post for a rant about my being within the country – I’m loving every bit of it (well most of it, at least)!

Furthermore, it’s amazing to have friends abroad while you’re still within the country. It gives you a fair enough exposure to how things happen outside, and especially if you’re in the scientific community, it fetches you publications! Thank you all, for your continuing support! 😀

Finally, my apologies to not having posted anything in almost a month. November began with much hope in my blog-life, and I thought that I would be posting more often. However, some amount of logical discussions with my boss drove me into resetting my priorities. I’ve been genuinely busy with my work, and blogging by all means is secondary to a few more important things (my own priorities by the way). No these aren’t some paruppu peter statements, and I shall post whenever I find time.

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A special day

The fourteenth of February. Boy, is that day becoming a big hype in our country or what?! Special programs, special moral policing (courtesy Sri Ram Sena), special fightbacks (a.k.a The pink chaddi campaign), and of course: special thoughts. Hmmm. So much to that. Shashank says I’d be the biggest fool (term changed to maintain decency) if I’m in France without a valentine on the fourteenth of February. It was sad that I had to spend v-day all by myself, but it doesn’t look like it’s a big deal (not that it would’ve been a big deal the other way either). Nothing’s very special about v-day out here: the air is just as romantic, the weather is ever pleasing – come on! These people celebrate love all year around – so it doesn’t matter that there’s only one Feb14 in the year. But coming to think about it, I did have a valentine. Correction, three. Fun during the week building up to the special day: Johns Hopkins U, Purdue U, and UC Berkeley all royally screwed me. 🙂

Update: This post was written on the 15th of February – it’s taken me a while to put it up. So by taking the last week into consideration, I would like to add NUS to the list (not very pleasant, but true). And this post I came across is good – a good ridicule of Sri Ram Sena and the pink chaddi campaign.

Now we’ve reached the point where I digress from the topic. This month has been pretty eventful: several application rejects. Reminds me of Nikhil’s post: it truly is priceless to receive your first reject letter (through e-mail that too). The application fever’s finally gone down and the responses have started! We’ve been running around with recommendation letters, statements of purpose, transcripts, and what not?! All these days were spent on courier, app fee, score reporting, and now anxiety builds up in anticipation of the response. Now with undergraduation drawing to an end, serious thoughts about what to do with life running rife – as always leads to confusion. But things will eventually fall in place, and life moves on. Tell me about making that line a cliché.

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