home is where you make coffee

I was reading one of my favorite food blogs David lebovitz, who as a way of explaination, is an American in Paris. In his latest blog he talked about how he gets confused as to what to say when he is asked, where he is from. It got me thinking, where am I from? I am from Indore, India, which is where I identify with. However, I did study in Pune, so a part of me associates with Pune and then finally, I ended up  here, in Kansas, the MP of US. A large chunk of me assoicates with that as well. So many things that make me are indori, puneri and Kansan. So when asked by Indians, where I am from, the answer is usually indore, which doesnt really answer their question..which really was…what are you? marathi, punjabi, gujrati, sindhi.. etc etc..unfortuantely I cannot help them there..a marashtrian mom and a punjabi dad makes me a mogerel, who have no identifiers. I only know I speak hindi and english.

When asked by Americans, I generally say India, if they profess to know India they usually ask where in India and I vaguely say central india and usually proceed to inform them (sadly) of a lack of elephant riding rajas. BUT wait..I have a trick…the American answer above is valid when I am in Kansas. When not in Kansas, the default answer becomes Kansas..which usually confuses the heck out of people. A brown Kansan with an accent..well I live in Kansas..dont I? I pay bloody taxes in Kansas..therefore Kansan I am and it also saves a lot of the tedious elephant talk.

More sentily though…where is Home? Home is, like, David rightly said, is where you make coffee. I make coffee wherever I go, be it Kansas, San Frisco, Mumbai, indore or even Pune. ( an addiction seems to be the problem there) but yes I carry home wherever I go, but more and more the idea of having a home is shifting, I truly have a “maika” indore, but home finally is Kansas, where I am , just me. What is home to you?



sometimes life just leaves you wordless, directionless and just lost. I guess I am all that right now. Probably for the first time in my life,  noone has to pay me to keep my mouth shut.  Maybe its about growing up too?  recently turned 26. If you know me, u’d also know that I am rather strange about birthdays. My own that is. Not to worry , I like yours. When it comes to mine, its  love hate relationship. Its not a turning old thing, its a D. thing. I want people to make a big deal of it but I go out of my way to make sure that noone finds out that it is what I want. I want tons of people to remember it, but woe be it, if i ever tell anyone its coming up. So the night before my birthday is usually quite morose. I sit there, usually cry and think no one loves me. And then dawns the actual day or rather night in my case (more on that later) and I am usually amazed at how many people do remember, or atleast take the time to say happy birthday after orkut reminds them. This time, not for the first time, my friends surprised me. I always knew I knew a lot of people, but having them show up at my house at midnite just to get a chance to throw eggs and ketchup and cake on me was a humbling experience. Maybe I do matter to my “friends”..just a bit maybe. I had also convinced myself that the boy forgot my birthday. He didnt, to tell you the truth, he never has forgotten, He has wished me for the last 5 years, whether we have been together or not. But yeah i usually convince myself I am unlovable. I just loovvvve me a pity party  (that was sarcastic, in case you didnt get).

As is usual on birthdays, I got to thinking. Apart from thinking about how unlovable I am, I also thought about the broader picture of my life. I thought about the boy, about India and about the PhD and the ever looming future. I dont see it. I dont see the end goal. In any of these things..I dont see what I am reachin for. I dont see what hapens after I finish the PhD, I dont see me and the boy going anywhere permanent. I dont see myself 20 pounds thinner. I have always run my life on day dreams. They seem to be leaving, day dreams of the boy just leave me more silent than before, daydreams of a workplace that is not school related leave me numb with fear, ditto for the day dreams of defending my phd. Dr. D….whoa..is that what i really wanted? and why was that anyways? lets look at the SOP..ahem…nothing there. I have also been coming across tons of articles on life lists. I dont have one! I dont have a list of things I should do before I die, adventure sports leave me..ahem..scared,  travelling seems too arderous..gah all that packing..and ello no money? What is it that I am doing with my life? What is it that I should be looking for? Am I missing something here? Is this an existential crisis? or is this another procrastination strategy to get out of studying for the prelims?

I need ideas folks..whats on your life list? Do you have a roadmap ? Are you a happy wanderer (the emphasis on happy here) and most importantly..what to do whenyou are 26 and have an existential crisis?