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Monday, November 26, 2007

Boxing Up My Books

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Complacency vs. Raw Alertness

Sitting on the desk here are the two gift-bags from the Muslim-Indian wedding at the Windsor that we were invited to crash in July. Getting ready to blog tonight, I was recalling how blogging was a major form of self-entertainment in those first five weeks at the Windsor Bengaluru.

Now, living in Palm Meadows in Whitefield, in a real house, with many rooms, rather than just one, I've become too business-as-usual. It's easy to eat dinner and then just go up to bed afterwards and read, rather than stay down here and blog.

Tonight, I got home earlier than usual, by 6 pm, and so we're back from dinner by 8:30, rather than by 9:30 or 10 pm.

Other than my final paper for school, the other thing in the way of blogging is the frequency with which I'm calling my family. For the first couple of months, I had no real cell service -- I think I recounted the tiresome story here prior -- and so it wasn't easy to pick up the phone and pay 4.7 rupees a minute (about 12 cents/min.) to call anywhere in the United States.

Now, it is. By the way, when I called my mother after blogging last night (India time), she was already out for the day, so we talked this evening. My mom asked:

"What's new?"

"I finished a draft of my final paper. And Channa's teaching me a new word or phrase in Kannada each day from now on."

"You should have asked him sooner."

"Chana girera?"

"What?"

"Are you fine? Can you say that? Chana girera?"

"Chana girera?"

"Yes!"

The Relevance of This Entry's Main Heading

Today, at work, I collected a box to send my books -- the ones I brought with me and the new ones I acquired for work -- back to my U.S. office. The box had a Thailand return address on it and had held a computer prior to being given to me to re-use.

I felt such excitement at packing them and some wistfulness in parallel -- excited at the actual titles and the pleasure they've given me so far; excited to be doing something official in service to going back to my home-country; and wistful because there's a lot to like here, particularly the people I work with, the work I do, the cuisine, the fashions, the flowers, trees and gorgeous weather, and the relatively lower cost of living.

My mother's counting down the days till my return and I'm so flattered. Why would I be flattered that my own mother misses me so much, but I am somehow. It's so good to have someone in addition to Pat, who is such an ultimate fan of me.

I'm their fan, too, of course.

This morning, during my commute, I heard that great song, "Bleeding Love," or whatever it was called and I realized what else I loved about it. It reminded me of the group, Texas, which my New Zealander friend, Liz, introduced me to when I visited her partner Kate and her in London while there on business more than five years ago.

Getting on the elevator at work today, I had such an urge to look for Liz on our internal instant message system, but I realized it was too early...and then I forgot completely in the crush of the day.

The moment of recalling Texas and Liz, though, was such foreshadowing of the ways I'm going to feel when I return to the States and a song reminds me of an Indian memory. It's too soon, but already, I'm becoming nostalgic.

Here are some of the songs that have been my Indian soundtrack; I can't guarantee that the titles or spellings are accurate:


  • Candyman by Christina Aguillera
  • Summer Love by Justin Timberlake
  • Rehab by Amy Winehouse
  • Hey There, Delilah by?
  • Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie
  • I Got It From My Mama by a guy from Black-eyed Peas
  • Chak de India! by?
  • Hare Ram Hare Krishna by Bhool Bhulaiyaa
  • At least three by Mika, including, Big Girl, You Are Beautiful
  • Wakeup Call by Maroon Five
  • Jesus, Take the Wheel by I forget which country singer
  • Lots of others that I can't recall at 9:27 pm.

Probably, instead of Liz, I'll think of Channa because I heard most of them while we commuted together, and I'll think of my prior driver, John, too. And I'll miss them.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sarah,
I am so sad. I spent about 30 minutes yesterday writing a comment about my time in Finland and it got lost.
I love you,
Kathy

Sarah Siegel said...

Kath, just highlight the text and press Ctrl-C next time and you'll not lose it.

I had a feeling you might be inspired. Wish you could post the short version of your comment at least, though I know you've got a busy week.

Dorothy said...

"Chak D! India"
Music by Salim Merchant & Suleman Merchant
Lyric by Jaideep Sahni
Performed by Sukhwinder Singh, Marriane Dcruz and Suleman Merchant

A really excellent movie... we enjoyed watching it after dinner on Thanksgiving afternoon. Some of the music was good... although I still find rap a little jarring when it shows up in Bollywood!

Sarah Siegel said...

You'd be really, really jarred by Bhool Bhulaiyaa's "Hare Ram Hare Krishna" then. I *love* it. It's the most stick-in-your-head song I've practically ever heard.

David & Gerard said...

I know it' not the same as your mom, but we have been counting down the days until you and Pat are back as well!

We'll actually be in Woodstock for the long weekend the day you get back, but we look forward to talking with and then seeing you both during the last few days of 2007!

Sarah Siegel said...

You're family, too!

rucsb said...

Chuckling ! :-)