Refresh

Cough..Cough...! The balsted virus is still bothering my throat. If you are wondering why I disappeared so many days, now you know why. It shot my temperature to 104 degree F. Getting back on track slowly. Well the first thing I did when I got better was to change the sheets and get rid of all the sickness. Badly needed to hit the refresh button. The new ones are what I had saved from my room back in India. But somehow I am...no its just not happening, its just not forming the way in my mind they way my quilt does...I miss my quilt. Once I clean it up am gonna but it back again.

Love
Poori.

I miss the Noise

I love it in England
That its quiet
When I've to study at the library
And bustles with life
When I'm shopping at the city centre

Today I'm missing a Noise
A sound that is music to my ears,
That which is home.

Everybody is celebrating my brother's engagement in India and I made lunch for few close friends as a treat, at the dorm. A bit of chit chat and we parted

Back to the silence of my room now...
And all I want to be is part of the noise..
Of a little baby crying, girl cousins giggling,
men discussing politics and the women gossipping in groups.

Parents with satisfied smiles,
Friends tease the new 'to-be' couple,
That there is no escape now,
I hear a shout saying, "Hurry up!"
'Cos someone's got to catch the train,

Bangles clanking, anklet bells ringing,
Sarees and vezhties rustling,
The pandhal is set for lunch....

And goes the imagination, as I hear a melange of such noises in the background, when people speak louder into the phone and tell me how much I am being missed.

I miss the noise,
The beautiful noise called "Family".

Love
Poori

My panacea to cheeze craving

Ah! I had this yum Beichester cheeze this morning and the taste jus wont go off the tip of my tounge. Funny thing makes me feel like constantly munching on something and to top it, cramming for my assignment is jus the fuel to the craving. A friend of mine, once told me that to deal with cravings distract myself, probably with exercise. I did my share in the morning before meditation so I was too lazy to touch my feet again. My bed blog saved my day! Doing my bed took my mind off the cheeze. The thing is so evil that am giving the rest to Swetha jus so that it doesn't tempt me again.

Love
Poori.

A life of its own

Sometimes I wonder what my quilt, pillow and cushion do when am not around. I imagined it to be something like this:

My little brown cushion wraps the quilt around, cosily tucking itself in. As it rests its back on the pillow it begins to write the day's entry into its personal diary. The entry for the day goes like, "I am tossed, turned, straightened, pulled, thrown around, get in between pillow fights, stomped, squeezed, but at the end of the day, every night, I land in the warm hands of a lonely girl. As she hugs me tight and misses her dad, I comfort her and put her to sleep...Its worth all the love"

Love
Poori

Made her day in bed ;)

There's no greater joy than gift making. Its my flatmate, Ralia's b'day today and I surprised her at 2.30 am. She was so over joyed since its's the first time she received a gift except from family. The green one has Ralia's name written in arabic and below was the gift box, the contents of which are a secret between her and me ;). To see the calligraphy go to my art's blog www.funkyindian.com

Love
Poori

Easy does it

This was the easiest one of all, just got out of bed, straightened the quilt and flipped open a part of it. The days in Oxford are getting colder and its hardly bearable after living in a hot humid climate like Chennai. People think once you leave to a foreign country, habits and attitudes change drastically. I would say not! I hardly listen to English music any longer and cook only Indian food. The biggest difference I will take back with me for sure, will be my way of thinking. The education here makes one think and analyse a statement from every direction possible, whereas back home learning was a one way process - "I teach, you study". Its a drill, but worth the squeeze to make the clay in my head, melleable and reshape its structure.

Love
Poori

spooky

I was so tired of the boring lighting in my room and took my study lamp to change the mood of the photo. Needed a mood change for myself too. Oh! but if i was to turn the camera to the opposite direction and shoot my desk, its jus horrendous! Piled with books, pages flipped open, used plates, bowls, empty mousse carton, maps, wires, phew! Everytime I make it neat and start working on an assignment for few days straight, its truns messy and the worst is that i can't clean the mess either. The next morning I've to start from the pages where I left the previous day, in the same sequence called 'mess'. Hmm.. I still love the messy self I guess.

Love,
Poori