Ashamed

The last time this blog saw any regular activity was in March. Ever since then there have been a few irregular posts, but to say that I have been utterly callous is probably an understatement. A lot has conspired in these last few months and this post is an attempt to catch you all up on it.

April and May were gruelling months. For those unaware, I completed my post-graduation this year and my final exams were scheduled for May. This meant studying for over 10 hours a day and surviving on Maggi and coffee. As such, I could not spare even the few moments required to make a post.

With June, came the spate of interviews. Hopefully a postgraduate, I saddled up with my paperwork, Swiss knife (you never know where you might need it) and quick wit and set out each day in the hope of finding someone who was willing to employ me. This herculean effort finally paid off and I landed a job. I figured now that my basic struggle is over and I have a definite schedule, I would be able to blog.

But alas, it was not to be. A month and a half into this new job, I finally got down to writing this post. To admit that I am ashamed for neglecting the blog thus. To promise that I shall do my best to ensure the blog runs smoothly from now on. For all the blogs that I have conveniently neglected over the last few months, please accept my sincerest apologies. I shall make sure to drop by more often now.

See you around!

Cheers

INDIA TO CHARGE BRITAIN FOR OVERSTAYING TILL 1947

INDIA UPDATE

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In news that has been condemned by the Delhi Gymkhana, the Indian government has announced that it will be charging the British government arrears in rent and visa fees for overstaying till 1947. Calculations will be done on a per head per year basis, beginning in the early 17th century.

“We will be charging extra for Lord Mountbatten,” said a government spokesperson, “Since he stayed till 1948.”

This move was in reaction to an announcement that all Indians entering the UK will now have to pay a bond of 3000 pounds, leaving them little or no money for shopping. Instead, the British government will refund the money on departure, so that they can spend it back in India.

Moving swiftly, the Indian government has arrested prominent Britons Mark Tully and Katrina Kaif, prior to deportation for non-payment.

“In order to cause minimum inconvenience, I offered to share a cell…

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One of the few sensitive and sensible voices to come out of the debate following the Delhi Gangrape. Please give it a read.

The Life and Times of an Indian Homemaker

It does seem that more of us are acknowledging that India needs to stop telling Indian women how to mould their lives to prevent rapes by ensuring they stay as invisible as possible. (For example, by not doing anything every other woman is not doing.)

We are also being more honest about how putting the responsibility of prevention of sexual crimes on the victims emboldens criminals, and prevents a real understanding of sexual crimes.

Unlike in the past, misogynists are finding it less easy to get away with Rape Culture promoting comments. We are hearing more voices that are trying to understand that It was not just the driver who raped her.

Sharing an email. I see this as a positive.

Hi IHM,

I got this link which resonates my thoughts and if everyone is with this same attitude violence against women will drastically come down. The script is in…

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Of twenty-twelve and moving on

I’m not sure how I feel about 2013 yet. That I spent last night of the year in bed and writhing in pain did not help matters. The only worse New Year’s Eve I can imagine was the Millennium Eve. On December 31st, 1999, a benevolent neighbour chose he is going to celebrate by hitting me in my left eye with a cricket ball. As a result, I was told I might lose the eye. To welcome the millennium thus was scary. It took about a month and a half for the injury to heal, but thankfully my eye is still intact; there were absolutely no permanent effects from the injury.

Darn, I digress. Here are some pretty pictures to make you forget that gruesome detail.

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I am a firm believer of the healing nature of time; I am all for moving on. It is, in fact, usually the easiest thing for me since I’ve always been an escapist and I took it to a whole new level in 2012. Running away from it then would have been a simple matter of not writing about it. But 2012 was my baby and I would like to chronicle it lest I forget.

There is no doubt that the Mayans ruled last year. The skeptic in me knew that the apocalypse bit was a whole lot of nonsense, but now that 2012 is gone and so is the promise of this world ending anytime soon, I am a little disappointed. 2012 promised fireworks and failed to deliver them, and even though it ended on a rather disappointing note, it was an interesting year for me personally. Milestones were achieved, risks taken, the self discovered.

And now I just want to dwell a little.

January

Faces Places Paces was launched and off to a great start.

First Post @FPP

Meanwhile, I headed off to the Jaipur Literature Festival with Mihir. Some great shots were captured. They eventually found their way on to FPP and Facebook and my world was a better place.

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I finally got to meet Amritorupa who blogs over at Rivers I have Known and The Bea’s Knees, who I have now known for close to three years. Funny how you can be close to a person without ever having met them. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love blogs.

February

The birthday month was everything it should not have been. Some of my dearest friends forgot the birthday altogether, I spent the day in a lot of physical pain as my body decided to rebel on the special day.

I tried some macro with a regular kit lens and was pleasantly surprised with the results.

Macro brown eye

Off to a lousy start, February did not improve as a very dear friend found herself in a tight spot and I spent the rest of the month stressing over the situation. But it was the shortest month (one day too long though; darned leap year) and I’m glad we saw the end of it.

Oh, and this happened:

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March

This was a surprise month. Comparatively quiet, it became a real blast towards the end as I was called to present my paper at a National Conference in Chandigarh. The trip was a welcome change and despite its hectic nature, I returned to Delhi rejuvenated.

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April

I finally received my birthday gift. This is just one of the four Hogwarts House Pens that I received. You have the right to be jealous.

Ravenclaw House Pen

Also, my cousin got married and looked quite dapper. My kid brother looked better though. I have proof.

Best dressed kid

In other news, my juniors graduated, and looked rather remarkable at the ceremony. (April was the month of good looking guys)

Ramjas Farewell

Cherry on the cake: My poem was published in the poetry anthology Indus Valley

Indus Valley

May

There was a lot going on in May. In the first half of the month I had my semester exams. Instead of studying linguistics I chose to indulge my creativity and designed these memes. Needless to say, they were a hit.

Linguistic Memes

Later in the month I attended the first ever Delhi Blogathon and ended up featuring in press here and there, including Deccan Herald. Oh, and I got an Evernote t-shirt for sharing my forgetful experiences with the audience. After I got off the podium, I realised I had lost my lens cap. Still, best free t-shirt I’ve ever received! (Oh, and I found the lens cap in a pair of boots three weeks later. Honestly, it’s one big mystery.)

June

I can now say that June wins the award of best month in 2012, hands down. Here’s a list of reasons, why:

1) My best friend returned early from England and gave me a huge surprise. A nice little reunion ensued.

Reunion

2) No more exams!

3) Indiblogger and Spice gifted me a Spice Mi-425. My first Android device… which, turns out, I cannot use because I have fat fingers. I passed it on to Kalrav on the condition that he will not ask me to buy him a birthday present. It all worked out quite nicely.

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4) My longest-ever (and the first overnight journey alone, by train) solo trip materialised and perfectly so! Heck, it even included a chance encounter with a cute stranger in a coffee shop. I did take his picture, but since I never really took his permission to put it up on the blog, I’m afraid I can’t do that. 😦

Photographs from the trip can be found on the blog by searching for the Bangalore tag.

July

I fell in love with Shane Koyczan and spent the rest of the month in a daze. Actually, that is applicable for the rest of the year.

August

I attended my first wine-tasting. Fantastic setting, good wine, great bunch of people 🙂

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Ninjas showed up.

Go Slow: Ninja Crossing

Kalrav’s birthday was celebrated and I didn’t have to buy him a thing. (Refer to June above)

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Oh, and kite-flying on Independence Day!

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September

To be honest, September was utterly lackluster. When I wasn’t busy studying for my exams, I was busy helping my brother with his. Result? By the end of the month, I was officially in hibernation and practicing this:

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October

My hibernation continued in October and with reason as we embarked on an ambitious project: renovating the house.  I had thought of doing a before/after thing while the renovating was on, but completely forgot to take pictures. I have nothing to show you. 😦

November

The month of Diwali and fireworks, of loads of shopping and hibernating when not assisting the Festival Nazi-mom.

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December

Even more exams and then some, followed by a half-hearted visit to Rajasthan for a cousin’s wedding, and an eye-opening Black Dog scotch-tasting event. Some last-minute party plans were totally washed over by a terrible cold I developed at the last minute. Consequent cancellations resulted in a NYE spent in bed. Sigh.

That’s all, folks. That was my twenty-twelve.

I know I only speak of the good, the happy, and all the exciting things in this post, but 2012 was equally frustrating, depressing, and disgusting as well. I spent a lot of time mulling over the past, then some more ignoring or running away from it. I finally gave up, locked myself in the room, donned pyjamas, watched chick-flicks and ate my feelings. I had but one resolution at the beginning of the year and I couldn’t see it through, but atleast I tried. I tried and therefore no one should criticize me. Hidden SNL and Dan Radcliffe references aside, twenty-twelve was a fun year made bigger and better because I had FPP. I returned to blogging after some setbacks and you guys made everything special. There is no doubt that the blog kept me going and no matter how much I thank you all for that, it won’t be enough. I just hope you stick around. 🙂

Here’s to you, to the new year, and to FPP:

Happy birthday, Faces Places Paces!

10 days to Christmas and the Cardinal has come up with a real gem.
Take a look at his photographs of Sagene Church.
I love the first picture. The architecture, the snow, the somber skies and that frilly little Christmas Tree in the corner. Absolutely marvelous!
The second one reminds me a little of Dickensian settings. 🙂

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Two brand new photos from Sagene Kirke.

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More from Sagene Church in this post:

http://cardinalguzman.wordpress.com/2012/11/09/weekly-photo-challenge-renewal/

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