one year! yuppie!! or is it hippie? am I a yuppie or hippie.. confusion with indians in the american society ...

"And the award for the most nonsensical title goes to......Varsha!!!" Thats my sister. She came up with it. Don't ask me what it means. If you do, I will have to tell you what she told me. And you don't wanna know. Believe me.Not if you are still fond of sanity.

Well, only the first two words are what I needed. One year since I started blogging. Doesn't feel like it. I remember typing the first one sprawled across the bed in Bangalore. It still feels like it felt then. Amateurish. The wonder when I got the first comment repeats with every new one I get. Someone actually read what I wrote..and thought it worthy of reaction. Even though anyone can blog, somehow there is still that kick when I see my posts on the World Wide Web.

The best thrill I got out of it? When I google my name , the blog comes up. Fancy! Diverging from the topic, apparently, googling one's own name is one of the favourite occupations of everyone who uses a computer. Secret Narcissism. Interesting. Also, its heartening to know that I am not the only jobless soul out there. Whats more interesting is,it seems that prospective employers do it all the time on interviewees, just to check them out. So ye innocent souls, do NOT put that dance performance that you gave, under the influence of a couple, on YOUTUBE. Next thing you know, your boss will be rolling in the aisles watching it.

Well, its been good to have people reading the sometimes idealistic, sometimes useless, sometimes surprisingly good, stuff I write, but we shall not make a big deal of achieving something which most people with ability to type can achieve. No flowers or gifts, please. And all monetary gifts will be donated to an NGO which rehabilitates people with bad grammar, mainly the frandship requesters on orkut.

Have written myself into a corner here, and I don't exactly know how to sign off. The beauty of the blog is,I don't have to know.Signing off.

Something fresh

A friend found a word to describe my long blog drought. He asked me why my blog site was stale. Stale. That says it pretty accurately. So now I need to find something to write about and I need to make it something fresh. Whats fresh? Summer, flowers, thunderstorms, post rain smell...Unlike William Wordsworth who made pretty good royalties out of daffodils and such, lesser mortals like me can't hope to expand indefinitely on summer, flowers , thunderstorms and post rain odours (and lets face it, who wants to read that stuff?).

I was watching TV and what should come up on the channel guide but 'The Wonder Years'!! What could have been the most extreme opposite to 'fresh' than that? I don't know how many of you little-ektaa-kapoor-misguided-kids know or remember that show. Like I said earlier, its not new. But its got something. Its got freshness. Kevin's face, Paul's awkwardness, Winnie's charms. The introductory song that never goes out of your head.

The episode I watched today, after about ten years was so clear in my head, that I could remember dialogues. It was the one where Kevin is trying to sneak into an X-rated flick and his nerdy-turned-smart friend Paul goes and loses his virginity in reality. Kevin can't contain his curiosity and Paul cannot disguise his awkwardness. Although I might not have watched the series if it had begun today, back in the early nineties it represented the strange way in which these strange American kids grew up. More than that, it depicted the world from the point of view of a quasi-loser which is what most of us felt/feel like, during most of our adolescence,and half the time in our adult life. I remember that I had cried when they said Kevin and Winnie don't end up together.

I like the mostly-fake nostalgic feeling the show gives me today. I saw that episode, felt that this represents the main way in which I idled away time in childhood, and hence I have to get the dvd. And of course amazon has to have eight different versions of it. Somehow, that put me off buying it. I like to think that 'The Wonder Years ' is my own private find. Delusional thinking, of course, because I only watched it in the first place to imitate my cousins. Nonetheless, eight versions of the video makes it much too well known. I wont have that, and that is why I will not buy the dvd. I prefer my semi-confabulated memories.

Here's to Kevin, Paul, Winnie and Wayne. And the stupid things they did. And the big deal they made out of it.

P.S: Does anyone else in the world remember that David Schwimmer (better known as Ross from F.R.I.E.N.D.S) played Kevin's older sister's boyfriend whom she marries eventually?