Jan 31, 2006

A Realization

Today, I realized that I do not take the Panther Shuttle to Aderhold anymore. When the Fall semester started, I slowly and steadily found my way around the State campus. In the beginning I used to walk to and from Aderhold, because I did not want to take a risk with the shuttle and be late or entirely miss my film class [not that it was extremely important, but I was a student author for that course]. Then one day, I experimented with the shuttle and was surprised to find out that I almost always could avoid the seven-minute walk to Aderhold. But slowly, without realizing, I went back to old school - walking briskly. I propose, it has been several months since I stepped into a panther shuttle, be it to go to Aderhold, The Village, or Turner Field.

These days, I often ride the Tech Trolly. This happens when I decide to go to GaTech's library instead of State's because I think Tech's library is more beautiful than ours.

Words in Bold Grey defined here:

Panther Shuttle: University shuttle that transports students between the dorms, student center, and Aderhold.

Aderhold: Aderhold Learning Center... name of one of the buildings on campus. It is a fairly new building, and definitely my favorite because it has a lot of space and one can see every part of the building while standing anywhere.

State: Nick name for Georgia State University.

The Village: Name given to student dorms. It consists of four buildings - Athina, Ithica, Sparta, and Olympia. A greek theme going on here. Don't know why they named it "the village" ... should have been "the odyssey" :)

Turner Field: Sports arena where major league baseball is played. Their parking is available for free to Georgia State Students.

Tech Trolly: One of the two shuttle services available at GaTech.

GaTech: Georgia Institute of Technology... a technical institute located in Atlanta, run by the state government of Georgia. AKA GeorgiaTech or Tech.

Jan 27, 2006

just a thought

GSU library closes at 6:00 PM on Friday. I was there until 5:55 PM and then left for Tech's library. Like yesterday (and unlike usually) I decided to take the westbound train from GSU's marta station and then switch to the northbound train from FivePoints. My get off point was Midtown, which comes after North Avenue.

At the North Avenue station a women wearing a white cardigan got on the train. She looked Indian with her hair dyed brown and tied back. She looked at me with a slight, apathetic smile and took a seat in front of me. She happened to know a guy in yellow jacket, who at first did not notice her. Soon, he started talking to her; rather, asking her everyday questions and she continued to answer all of his question with the same slight and apathetic smile.

Her smile was very forceful, I noticed. It seemed like she didn't want to smile, but was forcing herself. Some of the questions that man in the yellow jacked asked her were as follows:

Q: How are your kids?
A: (smile) Good.

Q: Are you working tomorrow?
A: Yes (smile).

Q: Working seven days a week?!
A: Yes (smile).

Q: How many hours?
A: 74.
Working seven days a week, seventy-four hours a week. Her hours average out to 10+ hours for each day. Doing this for whome? Her kids, I guess. Right now they are probably young, but soon when they get to college they'll want to leave her behind, to live and lead their own lives. Then, she'll probably cry over the thought of "what might have gone wrong?"

Parents live for their kids, and kids for themselves at times.

Jan 18, 2006

Fire Alarm

I was going through and deleting all my old emails from my GSU Student Email account and came across the following:

The campus wide fire alarm system is not operating correctly. While the alarms will work properly in every building, the system will not currently notify the police department. Repair parts are on order and we expect to have the problem corrected not later than Monday [3 days from today]. If you observe or hear a fire alarm in a Georgia State University building please call the University Police at 651-3333 or 651-2100.

When I first read it about a month and ten days ago, I found it to be absolutely hilarious. Today, it didn't make me laugh out as loud as before, and it doesn't have the same effect, but still it's pretty funny.

About an hour later, I received the following email:

The campus wide fire alarm system has been repaired and returned to normal operational status. In case of a fire the system will notify the police department.

Quick, I must say!

Jan 16, 2006

"Haan, Kishu"

This is what Nana said when he pressed the answer key on his cell phone. As far as I can go down memory lane, I do not remember him calling me Kishu, it has always been "Geetali." Hearing this "Kishu" from him was surprising, but definitely felt good.

Kishu is my nick name. One of those names Indian kids are known by to their family and neighbors; the kind of name that has no resemblance to one's real or formal name.

I don't like it when a family member calls me Geetali. For some reason, I feel a gap between myself and that particular person. I am used to being called Kishu at home, so hearing Geetali feels a little odd. Plus, "Geetali" is reserved for friends, acquaintances, colleagues, teachers, employees etc. I am close to my friends, of course... but the relationship between friends and family is different. Even if I'm not very close to someone in my family, hearing "Geetali" creates another unnecessary barrier.

The reason Nana called me "Kishu" is because I saved my cell number on his phone by the name of "Kishu" not "Geetali Sharma"... unlike how he saves Mom, Ritu Masi, Harshu Mama, Anuj and Neeraj Bhaiya's numbers.

Jan 4, 2006

Indians & Relationships

Indians lack greatly in their judicial abilities. When it's about tolerance, middle-aged Indians (on the most part) are no where to be found on the list. Indian parents practice force and for the most part care about two things - good education and relationships. When one reads these two words without any presumptions in mind he or she gets a good feeling, but not necessarily if the word "India" or "Indians" is also present somewhere in the sentences.

I would have been talking about education as well, but being a romantic the topic on relationships makes more sense to me :). Plus, this particular post is based on an article from New York Times and an incident that recently occurred in Meerut, India.

If you are an Indian or have visited India, I believe you have been to large parks full of greenery. Grass, plants, trees everywhere. Sometimes a waterfall or two, a little bridge over a small stream, some sort of edifice at random places in the park for shelter. If you know what I am referring to then I am sure you know the trademark for all parks of this kind - couples sitting together, talking, sometimes cuddling, smiling, laughing, absolutely lost into each other. All this done under an open and clear sky. These couples are an amusement to the school children who go to these parks on an yearly basis for picnics [speaking from experience here :) - as a schooler :D]. But to adults this perfectly natural thing, done under the sun, is a crime. The word crime does seem a little too harsh, but it is the well understood truth.

The kind of scene I described above is seen almost everyday! But every now and then, when the enforcers of the law loose their minds, a beautiful day turns into a nightmare for these young couples. That is what happened in Meerut's Gandhi Park. A force of police officers rushed into the park and started slapping and verbally abusing the couples. They were asked their names and addresses, bombarded with sentences and scoldings like:

Is this what your parents raised you for? Have some shame, some respect for your parents! You come to college to study, not to do all this.

One couple ran away from their house, because all this was broadcasted on television and reported in newspapers [later their parents agreed to get them married]. A girl, who was sitting their alone, was accused of being a prostitute.

Why is India the Great intolerant towards such a natural phenomenon? Why did the marriage of that particular pair of college students in love was fixed after the incident? Why was that girl [who was there with no-one] insulted and verbally abused in front of reporters? Why do these kind of uncivilized acts continue to occur in the world's largest democracy and the seventh most developed nation?

I think the answer is relationships. Not in a good way though. Hindu textures say until the age of 25 one must lead the life of brahmcharya. From age 25 to 50 it's time for a grihasth life. Mind you, that is the only time for a life of love, physical relationship, and emotional attachment towards one person of the opposite sex (your spouse). I do not deny that this is a very good way to go, but I do object on the control that Indian parents like to feel and have upon their kids no matter how old they get.

One should not expect anyone to follow these old textures and/or their parents' ideals and beliefs on every corner. Specially not in a world that encourages self-thought and provides more and more liberty with every new action. Indian adults are scared of their children getting hurt when it comes to relationships with the opposite sex, not realizing that this process of pain and pleasure is absolutely necessary in the growth of a healthy human mind.

There's a time for everything, an age for the birth and death of everything in a person's life. When that particular time period becomes a thing of the past, the individual looses out on the experience and the immense amount of knowledge that was to be gained from that experience. This age is different for everybody. The average may be on the intervals of twenty-five - 25, 50, 75 - but for some it comes early and for some late. I hope someday people will not only realize this but also let others follow their own time-table.

Jan 1, 2006

a different me

Read this quote on my "quote of the day" widget, and it brought a smile to my lips. "Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing." So true! Why worry about anything when we are going to leave everything behind and this world will gladly let us go.

All the complications and dilemmas we face on every new step taken is a result of maintaining a certain sort of status in society. When this world is about learning and sharing knowledge, then why limit ourselves in our experiments. Live and let live! But, when it's about your dreams... just do it!

I think I'm becoming more and more indifferent about the people around me. I guess, it's good for me... but not for them :-?