the deadly nostalgia outbreak

Okay, so i'm not going to stop myself from cribbing about my present life just because my sister reads this blog and will interrogate me as a result of this.

I wrote the above line this evening - sitting in a boring presentation about 3D animation. But now I am a few hours older and a bit wiser :)

It isn't me. It is everyone! I met five friends tonight and heard about at least half a dozen more people who are homesick. It is the weather - the air - that is getting to us. And my friend from Bangalore and I couldn't believe it when we realized we miss the same things about home - for her it's the MG road, and for me its all the jammed roads I frequented sitting alone in my car. I don't even have to close my eyes to feel how I felt waiting at the Adchini red-light when I was late for class - the mysterious maze of the beautiful roads around India gate - the GK market overflowing with cars on Friday evenings - and oh, the Dharamsala backlane with the weird potato and spinach momo sellers - the chai waala where I never had chai - and so much more about my lonely, busy lifestyle back home.

I really need to get out of here - and SOON!
I feel like watching "juno" or some other new film tomorrow or day after - and then maybe check out this sad place's night life!

I sat with friend Aki for almost four hours today after we sneaked out of that stupid presentation. We talked about our lives in America, and everything else. We have decided to make the best use of our time here despite everything. Amen!

I emailed my professors to clarify my sudden disinterest in class - I hope they get me.