New attempts

Just started attempting pencil drawings and planning to gradually move to hardcore charcoal drawings. Above- my very first attempt- an easy subject: a banana! Below is my drawing of dear Dipsy.

Our dearest Dippy

This weekend we lost our oldest and dearest pet Dippy. He was 11 years old and was one of the most loving, caring & gentle creatures anyone can find. I can’t believe that he is gone. I can’t come to terms with not having seen him one last time, not being there when he needed me, not being able to kiss him goodbye, not having been able to give him a personal sendoff, although my dear parents gave him everything. He was my life as long as I was in India; I named him “Dipstick” (because his tail looked like one) which became Dippy, Dipsy etc., ; I walked him every morning, bathed him, played with him and thought of him during the day in college many times. All my friends knew him at least from my stories and I know will mourn with me today for the loss. Many of the other friends I made were because of him, during our many morning walks in the beach. He kept me active, inspired and he was the first pet who managed to come home and stayed for the next 11 years! How many memories, our sweet Dippy has given us! For all of those our family is eternally grateful to him. Today he lays buried respectfully in our farmland and my mother firmly believes he will protect us still there.

My darling Dippy, I still can’t believe that you won’t come bouncing with joy next time I come home; that I won’t be able to stroke your soft beautiful hair……rest in peace my love. You were, are and will always be much loved and your memories cherished. You made our lives complete. Love you always.

Dreams

I wanted to teach you so much.
I also wanted to learn so much from you.
I wanted to mould you into a great human being, a great lady, a lovely person.
I also wanted to be your friend, enemy and soul mate.
I wanted to be very strict with you in terms of disciplining you.
I also wanted to spoil you rotten with my love.
I wanted to never say ‘you can’t do it’.
I also wanted to shield you from all the disappointment that your actions might bring you.
I wanted you to learn to live a simple life within meager means.
I also wanted to provide the world to you.
I wanted you to have numerous friends with whom you have plenty of fun.
I also wanted you to myself for a while everyday.
I wanted you to love animals, and do everything in your power to help them throughout your life.
I also wanted to protect you from the pain the world of people will give you with their careless attitude towards other living creatures.
There are a million other things I wanted to give you.
Maybe God was confused with my conflicting dreams, because he never gave me the chance to have you!

Dedicated to Tejaswee mentioned in my previous post.
http://blabberblah.wordpress.com/2009/08/25/a-letter-to-the-future/

Irony

What is a good age to think about your unborn children? I guess we all start thinking somewhere in our teens. When I say 'we' I mean girls...the mind of men is something of a mystery to me yet! When you expect men to be mature they behave like 8 year olds and when you expect them to take it easy they are grandfatherly. It is always the extreme with no inbetween! Sigh!

Anyways, coming back to topic, I read a blog today of a girl, who has sadly passed on at about 18 years of age. She had a blog in which a year before she died, she has written a letter to her daughter. It was indeed very sad to read the dreams and ambitions of the girl who never became that mother. How many people die early with so many dreams and how many live on with no dreams!! Indeed the perfect example of irony.

This new year, my one goal is to become the original me, with a very active lifestyle, no laziness and aim to accomplish many goals, while wasting much less time. So far it has been great & motivating :)

A bus ride

Shanti struggled to move away from the gross middle aged man. But no matter how much she managed to inch away from him, he used every opportunity to push himself against her. It was extremely unpleasant and there was no more space to move in the bus which was filled with people hanging in all directions and holding on to anything possible. She had already given him bad looks and indicated her displeasure in several ways. This was by far her worst experience in all three years of college life travelling in public transport. Just then the bus halted to a stop and she felt a guy, a student from a neighboring university push the man away in an effort to get down himself. Just as she began to wonder if he intentionally created enough of a distance between her and the man, he whispered in her ear that she will not be disturbed anymore and got down. The gratitude she felt in her heart for his understanding cannot be put in words. To think she had always been suspicious of the young college students before!

Secretive India

Yesterday I was trying to find some scientists in the field of veterinary science from India. I wanted to invite them to be peer reviewers for the funding agency that I work for. So this is all for a good reason.....I am not stalking any of them! Really! But the Indian university websites continue to suck....we are in a modern world, where everything is online; all transactions are online, and public, but Indian universities continue to think it is a sin to give out names of faculty and their email IDs!
The quality of the websites is another disturbing issue- some of the best brains of the world belong to an Indian head, but why bother with our own websites? We will design websites for the entire world, but not our own! It is so sad really.

So, yesterday I accomplished nothing by trying to help Indian scientists earn some honoraria. I went to an American university site and had a list of 84 names and email IDs of professors in less than 10 minutes! A good percentage of them are also originally Indians. Sigh! When will we learn?

Filter Coffee

I am a coffee lover....my husband likes to call it 'coffee addiction', but we differ as always!
I have always tried my hand at making filter coffee ever since I left home to the US in 2004. The coffee in the US disappointed me then, it was watery and people added a spoonful of 'cream' instead of the other way around at home! It confused me and I settled for many years for instant coffee, which also suited my student lifestyle. I finally did get used to making coffee using a coffee maker the US way and settled into a nice rhythm.
After moving to Qatar, I tried my hand at using the stainless steel filter, and had several disastrous episodes- the powder blocked the holes and made the hot water flow out of the wrong side, took an enormous amount of time to collect into the next container as it is supposed to etc., to name a few!
However, my parents finally got me a great coffee maker from India and I am now a regular filter coffee drinker :-) Finally!
My biggest disappointment in life is that my spouse has no habit of drinking coffee!!! Not even tea!!! I fail to understand how such a life is possible, but no amount of persuasion from my side has made him change his unforgivable ways! He makes an exception very rarely and those are much cherished days. Yesterday he had a cup of coffee late in the evening (since he had a headache). He was about to choose between tea and coffee, when I claimed he had to have coffee for a headache and he decided not to argue with my very stern face! My happiness at making two cups of coffee is really not explainable....to me it indicates spousal affection and how things are meant to be. I can assure you that I would have been complaining heavily and drawing out a timetable at whose turn it was to make coffee for the day if this was indeed the case. However I do miss this experience on a regular basis.....I guess I am pretty old fashioned in some ways, right?