Krake daar sardi ka anubhav in Lubbock!

In my close to 2 year stay at this place... its my first experience with snow... I decided to stay at home today and convinced my roomies to get an internet connection!

I don't want to freeze myself when all i need to get the work done is my laptop and an internet connection!

Last night I literally froze while coming back home from the library. shuttle service runs on the campus and the outskirts.. walking the last 600 foot steps reminded me of walking in the product blast freezers , the most dreaded of all my tasks of my last job.

Thinking of job, has made me aware of my present finacial distress, hope fully I will get paid next year.

Regards,

A frozen Broke 

Consumer woes and the US food market..

The crazy US food market! The cause of obesity in US of A. Its not the sytem so much to blame but every morsel of processed food you put in your mouth can be traced to corn in some form or the other.

High fructose corn syrup. Modified starch occurs so high up in the food label in almost 90% of the foods a consumer buys. Its a shaming fact, cuz even besides the attempts at making the consumer aware of all this ; there are simply non existent options for an average busy consumer. RTE Food is like a slow poison that gets ingested at every meal time and the only other option is to get fresh food and cook at home, then too there is no guarantee that it is not hormone or something else injected or irradiated.... damn!
I wish I can keep my meals simple and wholesome.

So please choose carefully which poison you would prefer for your meal. It really ends in tradeoff among the expensive and cheaper version and the fight for the trusted brand names.

Foods stay fresh, hardly ever spoil... but did u ever see how it spoils if it does at any time.... u would know what I mean. The concept of organic is kicking up.... as a result but is unaffordable...
I am reading this book by Upton Sinclar, named "The Jungle" and the only improvment in the industry over the span of a century has been the hygine aspect... and that too I am sure cuz of the recall scare.. besides that I things it is all the same...
this book is avalable here http://sunsite.berkeley.edu/Literature/Sinclair/TheJungle/


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Sunny view 2

The building is the TTU Heath science center, beyond that is my dept!
Lubbock ki flat dhool bhari waadeeyan :-) 

view from the window - 75F

 

A Dell Experience, ... with disgust!

Early this year i saw that my Labtop hand rest has hairline cracks on both the edges. At that time I was in the 1 yr warranty period so I was able to get it replaced without any hassle. But this problem has occoured again... what to do?
I talked to the dell customer support person, and they recommended me to call the out of warranty assistance. .. what the heck,.. I don't have that kind of money to waste on that stupid issue.. but it seems like a recuuring issue... the same thing has happened again so... it would continue and eventually i would buy a new laptop... eventually. Till now decided to live with it, the way it is.
My crappy software is giving me some licence server issues and has refused to start from the past 3 days!. My prof is sick with flu and is not responding to my sos calls... so my work has hung up and all this mess has put me in a terrible mood. Being technically challenged as I found out recently and my aptitude and patience for this kind of stuff is too low.

I have finally decided that I am going to decide nothing! as regards anything for my future and let things come my way and then deal with them as i see fit.

I am finding myself in wierd mood these days, I would like to term it as brooding.
Have been listening to the same 3 songs for hours in the past 3 days... I still don't remember the lyrics but am ready to hear somthing new.

Today we had a departmental thanksgiving luncheon downstairs, which I decided not to attend because of the limited vegetarian options available and justified my decision from past experince where i had ended up picking on the food, which was pathetically nothing but chips and smiling at ppl you don't know, don't have anything to talk about except nodding your head like a bobby pin and feeling silly and out of place. So instead ended up being a social recluse and muched on my pack of Rosemary & Olive Oil Triscuit. I had been saving some candy for a freind for a while but I ate that too. So now should I give them an unsealed box or buy a new one? with this I have stopped to surprize myself at how disgusting and pathetic I can get!

Happy Thanksgiving!






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... A story.. that was repeated... almost..

One Friendly Act

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my

class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked

like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself,” Why would

anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a

nerd. “I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game

with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so shrugged my shoulders and

went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping

him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them

land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this

terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged

over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses and I

saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said,” Those

guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and

said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of

those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his

books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near

me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had

gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with

a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried

his books for him. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if

he wanted to play football on Saturday with my friends and me. He

said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the

more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday

morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books

again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you’re going to really build

serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed

and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I

became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about

college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to duke. I

knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be

a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business

on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased

him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for

graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and

speak. On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one

of those guys that really found him during high school. He filled out

and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and

all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one

of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So,

I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and

smiled. Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his

throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped

you make it through those tough years; your parents, your teachers,

your siblings, maybe a coach but mostly your friends. I am here to tell

all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give

him or her. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend

with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had

planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had

cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was

carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little

smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the

unspeakable.” I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this

handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful

smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small

gesture you can change a person's life, for better or worse. God

puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some

way.

I wish to join Stanford....

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a

homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and

walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard's

outer office. The secretary could tell in a moment that such

backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably

didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.

She frowned. "We want to see the president," the man said softly.

"He'll be busy all day," the secretary snapped. "We'll wait," the lady

replied. For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple

would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't. And the

secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president,

even though it was a chore she always regretted to do. "Maybe if they

just see you for a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. And he

sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance

obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, but he detested

gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.

The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple.

The lady told him, "We had a son that attended Harvard for one year.

He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was

accidentally killed. And my husband and I would like to erect a

memorial to him, somewhere on campus."

The president was not touched; he was shocked. "Madam," he said

gruffly. "We can't put up a statue for every person who attended

Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery".

"Oh, no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a statue.

We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard." The

president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and

homespun suit, and then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any

earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a

half million dollars in the physical plant at Harvard." For a moment the

lady was silent. The president was pleased. He could get rid of them

now. And the lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it

costs to start a University? Why don't we just start our own?" Her

husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and

bewilderment. And Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away,

travelling to Palo Alto, California where they established the

University that bears their name, a memorial to a son that Harvard no

longer cared about.

"You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat

those who can do nothing for them or to them."

I am not complaining anymore.....

It was a very cold winter night! A sparrow had spent two nights out

with only the meagre shelter of a tree. He decided that he couldn't

survive a third night, so he left the tree to find a better shelter.

As he flew he got colder and colder, until his little wings froze solid

and he fell to the ground.As he lay there freezing he realised that his end was near and he prayed for death to come quickly.

Suddenly, in his semiconscious state, he had a feeling of being

enveloped in a warm covering.

He regained consciousness to find that a friendly cow had dropped a

luxurious deposit all over him.

The warmth gave him a new lease of life, and the sparrow's comfort

made him feel very happy, so he started to sing. A passing pussycat

heard the chirping, located the heap, carefully removed the

excrement to reveal the little sparrow, and promptly ate him up..........

There are three morals to this sad story: -

1. If someone shits on you, they are not necessarily your enemy.

2. If someone gets you out of the shit, they are not necessarily your

friends.

3. If you are in the shit and happy - keep your mouth shut.

To state the same facts in a polished manner: -

1. If someone harms you unknowingly, they are not necessarily your

enemy.

2. If someone tries to help you out, they are not necessarily your

friends.

3. Even if you are not in very good condition but you are happy, keep

your mouth shut (don't cry that I don't have this and that).

Friend Power!

Good Morning

I have been in a weird mood coupled with so much stress and work pressure this past week. The times are a bit trying these days for me, amidst so many faux passes and goof ups that are slowly getting linked up with me(still reeling with the aftermath of the quake… other things are still coming up…). L  kal pata nahi kya naya scandal hone waala hai… uska pata nahi..

Ok, I admit its all my fault I have not been able to fully keep my focus on the priorities in my life… have been a bit pushy lately and trying to direct lives according to what I felt would be for the best… in all this I simply failed to realize in my enthusiasm and over involvement that it is all going to fall about my ears one day. After that rude awakening I realized its not the first time things like this have happened with me. I have always wished and pushed people to their potential… on the verge of being bossy and overbearing at times… issuing directives… even went ahead and have chalked out the PAP’s (personal actions plans) for them… prepared routines and timetables for them… (please note… my life has been wonderfully disorganized and projects had to wait to be finished, while I worked mundane projects for others … considering those to be priorities… while they were busy pursuing other goals/interests)

Unfortunately, my memory is short term… and very selective for hurt and disappointments like this. I tend to wallow in misery and self pity and feel disgusted with myself again and again… but the moment a similar opportunity presents itself again… I jump right ahead completely forgetting my prior wonderful experiences… and as expected I face the same results … So what do you call a person who repeats the same mistakes and refuses to learn from them… ? ? ?

 

I am a very good organizer and a manager… but when it comes to personal time management I am the biggest flop show that ever existed on the face of this earth… It is still a matter of surprise & mystery to me, how I could get where I am today with religiously practicing the “golden ways of time wastage” I find to squander away my most precious ever depleting resource…

I had not planed to write about all post depressional phase post… but words simply pored out and my fingers were self directed on the key pad and I didn’t have the courage or the mood to exercise restrain … but I am fortunate to have a bunch of kindred spirits who watch out for me and even when I was feeling deep in the ditches with not even a ray of light or hope … they have gifted me with a smile and wiped away the tears … made me laugh at my own mistakes and helped me move on, gently guiding me along, still accepting me in a totally non judgmental way.

And all of a sudden the world doesn’t feel so bad anymore… and I know today … that for these wonderful souls I shall do all I can … they are my Friend Power… and I am blessed to have them J … every second of life that I am able to spend with them, which ever way possible is of immense worth to me!...

“…distances are a mere phones’ call away…”

I know one day we will all be at worthy places… well settled in life and in our respective professions. Wonderful things will happen to all of us along, no matter how things turn out in the future for us, but we shall be there… for each other… “Just a mere phone call away…”

…Amen!