tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62462622009-02-21T19:34:24.926+05:30If you must tell me your opinions, tell me what you believe in. I have plenty of doubts of my own.Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.comBlogger353125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-24795251771117058302009-01-26T10:02:00.002+05:302009-01-26T10:05:59.401+05:30

After years of talking about it, I've moved my blog to a new site.my new blog is at www.ashaiscool.com.Cheers!- A

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-73912756880158787802008-12-09T20:52:00.002+05:302008-12-09T21:28:38.985+05:30

Crazy late night phone calls to far away lands. Crazy late night phone calls to Vashi. Disco rickshaws with snowglobes. Allowing myself to just be a girl sometimes. Brainstorming meetings with clear outcomes and goals. Dress shopping, aka retail therapy. Long lazy breakfasts. Sushi twice in one week. Smiling and knowing the reason. Life, just life.

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-90837296153611668392008-12-02T12:32:00.000+05:302008-12-09T20:44:41.417+05:30

With all of the chaos of the past week, an important day past. Yesterday was World Aids Day. The 20th one. Dec 1st. I missed it, so instead today is my day to remember, my day to wear red. So today I think of Ariel, I hope she is still jumping around the house and not forgetting to do her homework, I hope she doesn’t have to take any more pills. I think of Sandra, I hope she is still healthy and

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-45929327460436769542008-11-18T17:48:00.000+05:302008-11-18T18:02:58.371+05:30

- Why is it that on any given day I see 10-15 ads for "emergency contraception" and not one for condoms? Since when does prevention start after conception? What kind of message does that send.- Sometimes I feel as though I'm living in a reality show that no one is watching. However I think my version of "The Hills" would be more interesting.- Group texting. Don't pretend you don't do it, and also

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-42881811357087135642008-11-12T10:53:00.002+05:302008-11-12T11:00:38.607+05:30

Isn't it completely inappropriate that the annual "World Singles Day" falls on the same day at Remembrance Day/Armistice Day? Who's brilliant idea was that. November 11th is already taken, thank you very much.

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-8709839068870440452008-10-16T20:30:00.007+05:302008-11-11T20:42:18.369+05:30

Eating solid food. Rooftop rendevous. Making Diwali plans that include the beach. Sleeping before 12. Knowing that the next 4 months is full of visitors from others lives and other lands. Knowing what I want. Not getting it but knowing I'm ok anyway. Ladies who brunch and the men who join them. Behaving like a local. Having "good girl" hair. Behaving like a tourist.

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-59189166615939350342008-09-08T20:41:00.003+05:302008-09-08T21:46:11.404+05:30

Sunday afternoons that are crazier than Saturday nights. iTunes and the fall line up. Call backs. Making more calls in IST than EST. No more nail biting. Email strings full of jealousy ;). No co-pays. Registering to vote via mail for the October 14 election. Standing up to Cancer. Finding old pics in a secret folder in my documents. Blackberry messenger (add me!). Saying "do you have change for

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-46697051494855988322008-08-27T14:00:00.003+05:302008-09-01T14:29:55.779+05:30

Teaching is the highest paid profession. Education is free. Health care is universal. Everyone can read. There is mobility between the classes. There is a cure for HIV. There is no such thing as cancer. People value the arts. We are all different colours. There is always parking. Some people get hurt. Some people are happy. Everybody is safe. There are no tobacco companies. All adults vote.

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-66914297395860633222008-08-25T15:47:00.008+05:302008-08-25T22:21:30.077+05:30

I'm waiting for my "technicolor moment". You know that moment when Dorothy wakes up after the tornado and opens the door and she's in full color munchkin land? And you wonder how you ever watched a movie in fully in grey? That kind of moment.Lots of things weighing on my mind, I need figure out how to close that deal. I need to buy a couch for my office. I need to hire one more person, I need to

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-5576308600143996282008-08-18T18:35:00.002+05:302008-08-18T19:16:46.994+05:30

Its been ages since I've done this, 44 months to be exact. Not since this post in Dec 04.When asked about the past year, the first thing I think of is that I feel like nothing has changed, that I'm still the same as is everything around me. Then the truth comes out.I turned 28 in a magical place. Literally. A work conference in Disney World. I left 28 behind in Bombay (and as I recently told a

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-78440552067107091552008-08-11T19:51:00.003+05:302008-08-11T20:01:30.822+05:30

Feeling the love. Finally having my name show up in a google news search (try it). The best tasting birthday cake ever. My new no pants rule. Being reminded of Vancouver everytime it rains. Disco rickshaws. Vonage. Late night gossip sessions with Amy. Electronic voicemails from my mom. Did I mentioned disco rickshaws ;). Daydreaming. The sound of contracts arriving. Knowing that the confusion

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-47058109042757821802008-03-31T00:33:00.000+05:302008-03-30T15:05:21.081+05:30

Is it strange that my secret ambition is to get my own entry on Wikipedia? I miss walking on the sidewalk. I hate the honking, looking over my shoulder walking I do here. Why is my ethnicity so novel? I'm tired of answering question about where I'm 'really' from. Apparently I'm not really from anywhere. I thought being around brown people all the time would validate me, but I'm not from here

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-61677088160804363492008-03-21T13:10:00.004+05:302008-03-23T22:54:27.852+05:30

changing. I'm changing and I can actually sense it.One more excellent weekend gone by. This weekend marks the my 6th week in Bombay. I've now been here longer than my summer trip. I feel it too. I already can't imagine leaving.

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-5812862863011358262008-03-12T08:22:00.001+05:302008-03-11T21:42:45.662+05:30

My brain still hasn't registered that yet. I've been programed to associate warm weather with long drawn out evenings and sunsets. I think its confusing my soul.These past few weeks have been productive. I've moved into a new flat that I love. Its clean and newish and in a great central location. More importantly I'm really loving living on my own again, its been 2.5 years since I've had my own

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-82137565158566756162008-02-22T04:01:00.000+05:302008-02-21T14:26:30.352+05:30

Giving a shortcut route to the driver. 30 degrees everyday! Sitting at Flora Fountain on the phone with Amy and it feeling completely normal. Knowing that THIS is where I'm meant to be. iTunes TV show library. Skype (with video). Having two favorite flats to choose from. Realizing that Bombay boys are pretty cute. Making a plan. Finally sleeping through the night. Magnet Hypermarket. Notes from

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-64088105799494747602008-02-18T07:05:00.002+05:302008-02-17T17:46:10.165+05:30

Sundays in Bandra are perfect. Half the shops are closed, the street aren't full, less honking, no screaming, just being. Except for Linking Road, it's still chaos, but that is to be expected.I moved to Bandra yesterday afternoon. Went for lunch, went and bought sheets and towels, milk and toilet paper. The latter two all by myself. I still feel a sense of pride each time I do something on my own

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-41787205560506783782008-02-14T00:48:00.000+05:302008-02-13T13:22:01.737+05:30

Last night on the skype webcam with Mom and Dad.Mom: "So I'm going to be 59 this year and I think that it would be great if you can get married before I turn 60"Me: "Mom" (said strongly)Mom: "But I'm getting old, I should be a grandmother by now"Me: "Talk to your son about that" (said jokingly)Mom: "Why not! It takes time for these things to happen and you insist on finding someone on your own,

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-70662462710362980702008-02-11T02:34:00.000+05:302008-02-11T03:49:04.664+05:30

Everytime I arrive in India it feels less chaotic. This time I there was no whiff of Bombay air when I exited the airport. I don't stare out the window from the taxi anymore. I'm just here. I wish I could share this with the people back home just for a day, just so they can really understand how similar my life here is (will be) to my other lives.I'm looking forward to being part of a community

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-36101753684244950192008-02-08T06:01:00.000+05:302008-02-08T06:18:33.371+05:30

Q: What country Ma'am?A: USA (or Canada, depending on my mood)Q: But your face, it looks Indian (gestures to the face)A: (smiles) My grandparents were from IndiaQ: Oh okay very nice (smiles and nods head)A: (smiles some more)I have repeated this same conversation with drivers, housekeeping, room service, waiters, the mobile phone store employees, front desk staff and more.So far its happened 7

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-86401026196106222142008-02-02T14:53:00.000+05:302008-02-02T11:02:01.747+05:30

Found a card with these words written inside. Its 5 years later but the message is what I needed to hear today.You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime(repeat)

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-60050134074753375972008-01-31T21:27:00.001+05:302008-01-31T21:34:09.231+05:30

I’m a bit awed. My British friend in Norway just sent his Canadian friend (me) in the US(for now) an invite to a gallery exhibit in Mumbai. When did this become normal?

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-69315189286805592532008-01-28T10:02:00.000+05:302008-01-28T10:25:28.473+05:30

- Get my Blackberry unlocked- Actually pack and store my winter and household stuff- Fit everything I want to take into three suitcases- Arrange Salvation Army pick up (3rd time this year..I'm such a pack rat)- Realize that I'm actually leaving- Buy a new iPod- Pick a place for a farewell party- Buy a mosquito net- Get reading material for the journey- Dinners, lunches, coffees, phone calls,

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-82339362553159713732008-01-23T06:42:00.000+05:302008-02-10T19:59:16.386+05:30

Two perfect weekends in a row. The return of the gong show and being all caught up with Ames. Friends who have known me longer than Ames. Wine at 4pm. Being the old Asha again. Practically living in dresses. My favorite rule: Don't buy it unless you can wear it in India. Not having any other rules. Sharing in the successes of friends. No more guilt. Being the favorite masi, just for a moment. ,,

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-69726369723605860822008-01-14T07:45:00.000+05:302008-01-14T09:57:35.357+05:30

Its Sunday and I'm exhausted. This has been the best weekend ever. At least that I can remember. Dinner with friends, football & beer with roommates, a night out that ends at 4am with pizza. Book club movie and coffee that turns into a full blown meal. It was perfect. Not for any special reason, just because it reinforced the premise that I'm okay, I didn't think I'd get here so fast.It was first

Ashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936091413104362059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246262.post-9393871307584319982008-01-07T02:18:00.000+05:302008-01-07T02:21:07.680+05:30

तद्दुष्करं नास्तितत्कर्तुं शक्यते विश्वसिहि

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