The Penguins

The march of penguins : A story of survival and of love.
It is funny how we think of love something only us humans are capable of. 'The March of the Penguins' is a story of the march the penguins undertake to the procreate and what they undergo to have their younglings make it. It is an amazing piece of work.
The music, the photography, the narration. You are mesmerized by these clumsy creatures and a landscape that is closer to the 8 bit color than the 32 bit world that we live in.
The story of the movement of the male and female penguins to the Antarctic wasteland, where they mate, take turns taking care of the egg and then the young and fetching food. The treacherous weather, the life against all odds. Narrated by Morgan Freeman. I can't think of anyone else they could have picked to tell the story. You can hear hope, despair, acceptance, stoicism, wisdom, humor and a slight east coast accent.
The story leaves me breathless; these creatures undergo so much to bring life? Many of them die! Mother Nature puts in us an instinct so strong, that the life of the little one becomes more important than that of the progenitor. Human beings are no different. The journey from a zygote to a full grown human baby is more invasive to a mothers body than a growing cancer. The fetus pushes all internal organs, distends the skin and muscle, squishes the stomach to a fraction of its size, puts unbelievable load on the heart, lungs, kidneys... The heart pumps upto twice as much blood, all the ligaments in the body relax enough to bend and cave to the growing baby. The survival and growth of the baby wreaks havoc on the mothers body and the body co-operates! The birth is a miracle. How that baby pushes thru the tiny birth canal and all those bones and emerges into the new bright world with a scream ( and an APGAR of perfect 10) is astounding. In this day and age of modern science and technological marvels, it is amazing to witness something as illogical and low tech as the creation of another human being. Suddenly the human body becomes something sublime. It is not just another clothes hanger, it has a purpose. The most primeval of them all; of creating life and... of sustaining it. It becomes mystical and pragmatic all at once.
The penguins take care of the young, the mother, does lay the egg but 'but in one of natures most endearing role reversals' the father takes care of the egg. After two long months during which the males eat nothing, the eggs begin to hatch. Penguins are lucky the male gets to participate in bringing the young to the world as much as the mother. The human beings are not so lucky, males get to stand by and watch helplessly. I have, over the years heard a number of my male friends hypothesizing women's superiority over men. Most of them are complete baloney, except for one. My best friend from my undergrad once told me 'I have to depend upon a woman to make me feel like a complete human being, to feel what it is to be a father'. I had no wisecracks for him.

step on the rooftops and soar ...

Resolute and focused.

looking out

Promontory?

:)

Is what you don't see

the more important thing?

Start a busy day with a ...

...Survey

you are:
an irredeemably eejitous, liberal, disgustingly generous, relatively well adjusted human being

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Cut to the chase

Speed dating: When you hear the whistle, your date is over( no matter how cute they are!) After you meet each of them, look at the name tag for their number find it and circle yes or no, make notes!
$35 bucks for twelve, four minute dates, with cheap cocktails! What a deal...

Welcome
A trendy pub in fremont. Everyone looks a little nervous, eyes are studiously averted. My purple shoes with four inch heels and rhinestone buckles provide me some solace, but not much.
Hello!
pink chocolate lips, red chandelier earrings, tanned and toned arms in a white tank greet me.
Did you girls sign up?
What's your name?
Oh I see it, here, you are number 8.

Lets get started
So, the girls sit at 2' by 2' cheap Formica tables and the other chair facing is open .. The music is loud, the light is dim and the cocktails are flowing. A mango comso later, everything seems a little funny.
The host explains. The girls pitch in a tent and stay while the guys move around. Counter clockwise. 11 girls, 12 guys, one guy gets a timeout every round.

The merry-go round
The first one...
Hi! I am number 28.
OMG! he is so young, I could burp him, giving him a bath and put him to bed. Gulp down my cosmo, when "what do you do?"
In a couple minutes, I am giving him career advice, telling him he should not be dishearted because some idiot told him that he doesn't have the right degree. We don't even notice the whistle. And suddenly, I have a new friend, we exchange smiles.

After that it takes off, the smile comes easily, the chatter too. The handshakes limp, clammy, nice grip, firm shake, over powering, too tight... They tell me how my next four minutes are going to be.

And the questions:
Give me a two min bio? ( hello, I did not know I signed up for an interview)
Tell me about yourself? (um, I have strong opinions?)
What do you do? (I run)
What do you do for fun? ( I paint)
Where do you work? ( a local software company)
What do you paint? ( lanscapes in oil)
What is so special about Indian guys? (umm, nothing?)
Would you go up to a guy and start a conversation if you like him? ( yes.)
Let me guess, you are from India, I went to India a couple months ago, why are you here and not back there? ( I don't know?)
How many languages do you speak? ( four)
What is the last book you read? (:) , nice question)
You have a HOUSE?( I am sorry!)
Do you like your job?( I love it)
What did you expect out of this? (maybe, I'll make a few friends ?)
What do you think of the Seattle dating scene? ( Gulp! is there one?)

Not a single compliment! not a single, 'you look pretty'. Guys are such dorks!

The guys:
Four Microsofties, one from amazon, one from cingular, one Phd ( maths and CS), one journalist from Seattle times, one highSchool teacher, one bankteller and one New yorker and one buff ex-Airforce pilot. Not bad.

Damn I am picky, even with a 4 min screen only 3 out of 12 for coffee( no drinks or dinner)... And they were a great lot, not a single jerk.
Although there was one, who was cute and smart and caught my eye... and I definitely know that he interests me cause I though, gosh! he left my table so fast. Just as I was leaving the bar, the dude comes running... "I can look you up, would you mind if I emailed you?"
:)

I love you Daddy...

Selling Real Estate to Indians- 101

America is a highly organised society where courses are taught methodically and the basic course is always called '101'. It is the starting point for understanding everything. Here is what some of the basic lessons of 101 for realtors wanting to sell houses to Indians would look like:

• Do not assume that a family means two or even 2 + 2. A family can consist of three generations living together. Grandparents, who also double up as resident baby sitters, two 'providers' both with PhDs (work room must need space for two computers, at least), and children (who will continue to live in the house, even when adults).
• Do not emphasise the swimming pool. It will be regarded as a liability and not an asset.
• Do not assume that the living room is the most important area. It is not, though there should be space for about a 100 when parties are held. (Seating is not necessary. Many will take the floor, so stress on the brown carpet, which will hide the whiskey spill).
• The most important part is the kitchen. This is what they will see first.
• Identify a closet large enough for about fifty pairs of shoes. Indian clients, however wealthy, will never throw away their old shoes.
• If there is a small room, stress its virtue as a potential temple (if you can manage call it the pooja ghar -- it is an important sales pitch).
• Do not ask how they intend to finance it or about the credit arrangements. Assume that they will not see the house, before they have saved up.

A sunset promised long ago.

The Peach Cosmoo

1.5 oz peach vodka

2 oz cranberry juice
1 oz Kern’s peach nectar
~1/4 oz Rose’s lime juice

Combine over ice, stir, strain, and enjoy (preferably while enjoying a beautiful sunset over the water with friends).

Courtesy Gail.

And ofcourse, I can't let it go without a swipe at men :)

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the golden sun

a word

Came upon an old favorite of mine today "Entelechy" ... it has an icky sound, but I like what it means.. and almost always like the context in which it is used.

Seattle.. my home.

Lest I forget...

I will need to remember this when I have a teenager standing in front of me, telling me that I am heartless autocrat and I don't remember what it is to be young.

Uma: mom?
Mom: yes, Shona?
Uma: do you like everything I like?
Mom: I love every thing you like sweetie.
Uma: < Thinks >
Uma: Then you must love yourself very very much.

Gulp!

Tagged; Again

Tagged again, this time it is words. Much better.
Words are my constant companion and singling out a few is going to be hard, but here goes.

wistful-can't define it, brings and image to my mind, a look in the eye, when you are there but not quite.

evocative- it is not provocative it is subtler, it reminds.

pun- for what it means, best use: what a 'punny' statement!

fib- a noun and a verb, a lie or to lie. reminds me of Enid Blyton.

English is a living language, it absorbs, it grows and a list of words cannot be complete without a list of borrowed words ...

raison d'être - reason for being, french is too fancy for me, but i haven't found another word that expresses quite the same thing.

Götterdämmerung- twilight of gods, I read this word in 'gone with the wind' when I was pretty young, it stayed with me.

Angst-another german word. A state of mind, being, a feeling...

Love- cannot define it.. which is why it made my list.

Perhaps- I have a five year old, who often puts me in quandry by asking me what a word means. I told her, if you draw a line between yes and no, the middle point would be 'maybe', perhaps is the middle point of the line between yes and maybe. I do like my version of the word better..'mayhaps'.

And ofcourse
"Supercallifragilisticexpiallidocious "--
So when the cat has got your tongue
There's no need for dismay
Just summon up this word
And then you've got a lot to say.

:)

I gaze upon thee... and smile :)