Grumps and rants

For the last time I'm sitting in my endeared balcony. I guess enjoying noise from planes in the sky, sirens from ambulances. Night is beautifully pleasant, close to full moon, breezy. Wrapped in my thoughts, few brooded upon, reliving good memories, burying the heart wrenching ones (Arlington Cemetery is close by). Gazing at small whatsoever Virginia skyline with clear head, empty mind like a clean slate. One on which anything could be etched and everything could be erased, again and again. I am going to miss balcony for an indefinite period of time. My body is aching and eyes are heavy from all the packing, cleaning. Am moving. This is figuratively and literally, both. I'm moving to the world's financial capital and moving on in my life, further and farther. DC had been the city where I resided, lived more than eighteen months in last more than half-a-decade. I can't believe myself it's been really a long time of more than two and half years. Years pass by but no...

Over the last few months search is a suitable word, if at all, to summarize my thoughts. Apart from actual work I'm held up with things that keep my routine off the balance. Search for a right measure of red chilly powder. It still evades me honestly, its disproportionate quantity never stops me to try another pinch of it whilst cooking. Some times the powder changes, other times, dish gets changed, seldom both changed together. My quest for right number of laps in swimming pool that neither leaves me too tired, neither have me wanting to exercised more, is still ongoing. Although I think I'm good with the time for brisk walk. I baffle with the right quantity of food to cook. My tiny palms don't get it right on quantity. Unfailingly food is more than it was thought to last. Shoes I'm yet to buy another pair of running shoes, apparently, don't like the ones available in store. Person, or company, this search looks to have been ongoing for a duration more than I co...

Let me give a try on this post and share few points how it is to be an Expat. Ah yes, I am a graduate student on an alien land. After draining over an exhaustively exhaustive semester, sustaining the stress of presentation(s), assignment(s), applying for intern position(s), am energy deprived but to say, all that glitters is Not gold . You reach a new land, air, and environment with a time shift of 8-11 hours. Beating away the terrible Jet lag, you disrupt your complete schedule: sleeping, working, eating, cleaning, washing, earning, spending money, behavior, thought process, reaction pattern, having cash as little as nothing in wallet and the critical one Cooking , which definitely one learns once settled down. First few days, mind does not allow you to adjust, you float back to the longest flight journey you have ever had, the layover(s), hastiness to get a boarding ticket, searching the terminal of your flight, worry of luggage, waving off your relatives at the gate o...