Saturday, January 13, 2018


Her name was Rupa and she was on a road trip. She had done this road trip 4 times before, or 6 if you count the one-way drives. That meant she had spent over 84 hours on almost the same combination of interstates and state roads. There were other road trips she had done as many times, but this time, something was different. The roads, even after their untiring spates of construction were the same. But she had changed. This time she had her personal DJ on the trip, and as soon as he figured out how to connect his phone to the rental's bluetooth system, they could stop listening to Bruno Mars on the radio! He wasn't the one who made her different by the way. He was on the trip with her, but this story isn't about him. We just need him to play some music so Rupa can sing her heart out. She knew she didn't sound too good, but didn't care. Singing made her happy. When she sang, she could feel the poet's feelings - the pain, hope, happiness or plan simple randomness that was contained within the song.

As Bruno Mars droned on in the background - I say drone because she didn't really care for him - she reflected on all her road trips along these roads. The first one was to start a new job after finishing grad school. They told her grad school would be tough, and she thought she could handle everything. But then it broke her down. She thought she had hit rock bottom because she had cried and admitted to another human being that she was finding things difficult. She thought it was her parent's divorce that made things difficult for her, knowing that the night she left for grad school was the last night they lived together in the same house. But then she tried to analyze her feelings some and figured it was the guilt of leaving her mother behind, alone. She was never close to the woman, and let's not get into the why of the matter. She cried through her first semester, thought she lost everything, because this was her only shot at making something of herself and screwing up grad school meant she would never get a real job. She didn't know what she would go back to, where her home was, where her anchor lay. She went home for her winter break, realized how much she didn't want to be home, stuck in her old monotonous job and found the resolve to get through grad school with or without tears. She did well after that and landed this job, which would be most people's dream job. It might have been hers as well, but she didn't think about these things. Graduating with academic honours wasn't an achievement for her, she knew she was good and expected it. And hence getting that job didn't mean much either. Don't get me wrong, she was grateful for the opportunities it afforded her, but she didn't dwell on how lucky she was.

Her DJ finally connected his phone and she instantly knew the song and started singing along, without half a care in the world about what he or anybody else thought about her voice or about how out of tune she was with the music. Rupa didn't care. The music made her feel, and it had been a while since she had felt something other than pain, guilt, regret, sadness, loneliness, helplessness, claustrophobia or utter desolation. The song was peppy, and she was in a happy mood.

As she drove on, she thought about the other times when she had made this trip - twice to run away from a storm, and once to run into a storm! She didn't know that she was running into a storm, but as she drove on, she found herself hopelessly caught in one - and she was the only one on that interstate who had her own personal storm. But she didn't want to think about that either. She was busy being amused about the first two storms! She still found it amusing how she drove 643 miles because they ordered a mandatory evacuation, which meant a 2-5 mile road trip for most people! But the trip was worth it. The first time she ran away, she went to live with Ash. That was what friends called him. She showed up with 5 hours lead time, and he was still extremely welcoming. He offered his bedroom to her, saying, "You're a woman and you should feel safe, welcome and comfortable" and took the couch for a week. "Feel free to lock yourself in as long as you like, I have everything I need by my couch". Ash didn't know she was trying to run away from something other than a storm. To be fair, Rupa didn't know either. But she felt safe, comfortable and at home. She slept in late, and Ash had already left for work when she came out. She didn't lock herself in, but she knew he wouldn't venture in. He left her instructions on the options for breakfast and she made herself something nice. His kitchen, like the rest of the house was very clean and well organized and she enjoyed cooking. She was young then, not much of a chef, but in Ash's kitchen, she felt like a professional. He came home for lunch because she was around and then went right back to work. Rupa was married to her job, but she was a slacker compared to Ash! She realized the next day was his birthday, and as she silently hoped everyone back home would be alright, she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that Andrew had picked an appropriate day to make landfall. Looking back, it's funny she felt that way, because Andrew's devastation was symbolic of the devastation that was about to be unleashed in her life. But that day she was oblivious, warm, cozy and comfortable. She picked up a cake from somewhere famous and then spent the next 5 hours making Ash's favourite dessert. She didn't do that for most people, but Ash comforted her. He was older, wiser and one of her dearest friends. It's funny how she felt so close to him, because she had barely known him for a few months before graduation. But she felt a connection to him, probably because she sensed in him the internal struggle that was beginning to brew in her heart around the time she met him. Ash was someone she didn't have to share these feelings with, just knowing he was a part of her life allowed her to feel like she wasn't the only one grappling with internal conflicts.

Rupa respected Ash, a sentiment she rarely felt for most men in her life. And it wasn't just because he was older than her. Ash was fearless and quit a comfortable life to literally go save the earth! She had read about people who gave up everything to save someone or something. Rupa knew why people like Ash did these things. They did it because that was the only way they knew how to deal with their internal struggles - by running away from the monotony of their lives. Saving someone didn't make them feel like heroes. It was how they healed their pain of being left alone to deal with unfair circumstances. It was how they avoided feeling victimized by the events in their past. It was how they exerted control over their fate by controlling it's departure from the normal. Today's road trip was Rupa's attempt at running away from the realities of her life. She thought about running further away as well, quitting her job and going to a remote country with no internet. She knew such a place too. But Rupa knew she would never come back if she went. And so she sang instead.

She sang and went on road trips. Today she turned up the volume, brushed aside the thought of all the meteorological and metaphorical storms in her life and sang her heart out. She knew she'd have a sore throat at the end of her twelve hour drive, but right now, singing felt right. It was all the anchor she needed!

Wednesday, January 03, 2018

Damn you, Rich!

"Well, I am not much of a dancer..."
"That's ok. If you don't know what to do, just twirl me around!"
And so he did, and they danced...

The band played Bruce Springsteen's 'Born in the U.S.A' and she told him she wasn't even born in the USA. He told her that he was a Canadian born in Europe. She wanted to ask where in Europe and how he ended up here. But she didn't. Because that would have meant telling him her story as well and she didn't want to.

She didn't think he was untrustworthy, but she just wasn't sure what her story was anymore. She didn't know if it mattered what her story had been. She just wanted to forget, stop thinking and enjoy the music. Dancing made her feel alive. She needed a drink to loosen up sometimes and the right pair of shoes. After three ligament injuries to her knee, two back injuries, one of which was sustained dancing in the rain, she wanted to make sure her shoes were right. She wore boots that night and loved the sound they made on the dance floor. She felt the music and it made her come alive again. She always felt the music. She was a little dramatic and cliched in that sense. Maybe even a little old fashioned. But at 30, she was old!

He asked her her name. Without missing a beat, she replied, "Su". She just knew she was Su tonight. Not Sunaina. She saw Sunaina in the mirror, but Rich told her that she should go by "Su". He called himself Rich, because he thought Richard was too long a name! She told him they all called her Naina, but he told her she looked like "Su". So when this stranger asked her her name, she said "Su", because she was tired of being Sunaina. Sunaina had gone through a lot of pain and she was here to forget. The anonymity that "Su" afforded her gave her comfort, because she was here to run away from her feelings and didn't want to be found tonight. She wanted to ask his name, but then that would mean getting to know him. She didn't want to get to know anyone or feel close to them. She wanted to feel the music and she wanted to feel her body move. She always said her body was made to move. She could never sit still. It might have had something to do with how restless her mind had always been, but she didn't think too much about it. She over-thought a lot of things, but this wasn't one of them.

Su enjoyed herself dancing with the stranger, who by the way, was a real gentleman. She had no way of knowing, but he left his friend alone and danced with her, because she asked him to. So he must either be a terrible friend, or somewhat of a gentleman. Rich told her that guys found it tough to approach girls and wished sometimes that girls would approach them and make it easier. Rich said a lot of things like that and she wasn't sure she trusted him. But that night, she had had two drinks, which in Naina's world was one month's supply. It was in her old world. In her new world, she easily went through a wine bottle a week, all by herself. Wine was the only alcohol she allowed herself to drink alone, and it might have been because she secretly thought wine was a food group. It was when she was enjoying her Merlot and telling Rich about the guy she wanted to ask out at a bar, but didn't, that Rich told her that she should ask guys out and show them some mercy. So after two drinks and an insatiable desire to dance, she decided she would find herself a partner. She got asked to dance sometimes, but that night she went with a friend who was a boy and nobody would ask out a woman who came in with another man. I say boy because he was supposed to be her wingman but was too shy to introduce her to anyone. Maybe that's why Rich got in her head and as she walked back to the dance floor after a little break, she stopped by their table and asked, "Which of you knows how to dance?"

And so, Su danced. And she danced to Born in the U.S.A as well. She had no clue why the band would pick that song, but they did a really good rendition and Su felt herself move. And felt him twirl her. They always liked to twirl her. She looked pretty when twirled. Her dress would flare out, and her hair would fly and she would look free and happy and unburdened.

He asked her if she was about to get married to the guy she came in with. She laughed and said, "Him? Oh no! He's my brother!". She's not sure why she said brother and not, friend-who's-a-crappy-wingman. It might have been because it was a mouthful and all she wanted was to dance. To tap her feet to the music. To know her body moved perfectly to the beat of the music. She was a perfectionist, even when drunk. And so she danced with the Canadian. And then she felt bad for having him leave his friend alone, and after a while, told him to go back. And he was still very chivalrous and gracious towards her "brother", who he thanked for letting him dance with Su. But Su wasn't done dancing that night and she danced with some not so memorable men, a woman who also twirled her and executed a perfect fall! She loved that, because her hair fell back and shined and looked just perfect!

Damn you, Rich! I had a good time. Thanks for getting your bullshit in my head this one time. Only this one time though, ok?

Monday, January 01, 2018

What's your quote going to be?

It's been about 9 years. After K left for her MBA, I got caught up with the whole 12th standard board exams, engineering college entrance exams, finding a job, taking the GRE, finishing a masters and then finding a job again, and then working a million hours a day to keep afloat, and completely forgot about blogging!

I grew up in the last 9 years, had an adult relationship, saw it fall apart after 7 years (surprise!) and lost and found myself a million times!

I am currently back to the "lost" phase, where I am again trying to find who I am going to be next. In the last 9 years, I managed to become an avid hiker, amateur dancer, competitive rower, structural engineer who builds skyscrapers and is helping define the third tallest skyline in all of the United States! I also fell in love (I though it was lust, then it became love, then a deep sense of dedication to a long-term relationship even when I saw it fall apart over a three year period). I gained weight, then lost it, gained it again, built muscles, lost them, gained weight, lost weight again, gained it, and am currently on the losing weight phase of my life.

I saw more of the world than K allowed me to! Did I tell you about hiking Sinhagad (every Punekar has been there, done that!)? And what about Torna, Tikona and K2S? Well, after that, I also hiked up the Half Dome (google it!), hiked in the Rocky Mountains and camped in pouring rain on sloping ground (:D) freezing to death because all my clothes and backpack were completely drenched, did the Angels Landing hike, hiked into the Virgin River (google the Narrows hike!), walked among the hoodoos in Bryce Canyon, camped with millions of mosquitoes in the Florida keys, ate conch fritters and drank key lime mimosas, swam in a few fresh water springs, drove in, hiked in and camped in the Smoky Mountains and went back because it was so pretty! Somewhere in all of this, I also went swimming in the Mula Mutha (only a Punekar can attest to how disgusting that is!), rowed in it, won a silver at the State Rowing Championships, then never rowed again thanks to Carpal Tunnel Syndrome and Ulnar Never Neuritis. Did I mention I also met Typhoid and Dengue along the way?

I went and got a Masters in Structural Engineering and worked on two NFL stadiums even though I barely understood football (and still don't!). 

I had a lot of fun in all of this, and never thought about blogging because I never felt like I had a free minute to write about life, cos it was happening too fast! And now I am back to blogging. Not to share K's wisdom (although we all know that will happen whether I like it or not); not to tell you about the last 9 years - although they were great; but because I want to write again. Writing helped me define who I was and wanted to be 9 years ago. I know I never came back and told you (my readership of, what was it, 10 people?) how it went, but then most of you knew anyway. 

I want to say, get ready for the ride, it's going to be fun. And I would like for it be fun. But we'll find out how it goes. But just so you know, Pearl did grow up. She's 26 and has a real job now. And that's actually all you needed to know to be caught up. 

Before I sign off, I'll leave you with something K wrote me when I started pursuing my Master's in 2014, because we all know you're really here for K's wisdom :P 

From the Capilano Suspension Bridge to the temples of Angkor
Each has a story of it's own, each a wonder to behold!
My backpack and I, have made a few journeys,
We've miles to go, this is just the beginning!

"Getting lost is to find yourself"
"There are no foreign lands"
"Life is an adventure"

....what's your quote going to be?

Friday, December 26, 2008

Proof of the Pudding is in the Pudding itself

That’s another gem from K. I could write a collection of her words of wisdom, but maybe we could use that post to redeem the self respect she’s going to lose once this post is made.

K is trying (desperately) to complete an MBA at AIM, Manila. She’s been there since August and now she has come to India for a short vacation. When she went to Manila, Bond took her to Thailand, and went to drop her off at Manila and get her settled down in Manila. So with Bond around, she didn’t have to worry about travel formalities. But this time, she was traveling alone. So Bond was afraid she might get lost and depressed in all the big airports of the world. So he sent her an e-mail explaining to her in detail how to go about immigration and customs. Also, he sent her a scanned copy of a blank arrival card, front as well as back. Then he also sent her a completed sample copy of the arrival card, the sample being her details. Also, he wrote out instructions at certain steps about where the card must be submitted and who will stamp what and where. He also asked her to thoroughly check out the sample form, print and keep a copy with her to use as a reference while filling the actual arrival form, which K did as soon as she received Bond’s e-mail. After sending the e-mail, Bond probably realized that K might print out copies of the arrival card herself and submit those, so he sent her another e-mail explaining to her that she will be given the arrival card on the flight, and in case she is not given one, then she need not worry, or be prepared with her own copies, she can collect one after landing, just before the immigration counter.

He also wrote, “After collecting your baggage from the belt, move towards the customs and look for the Green Channel. You may have to put your baggage through the X-Ray there and if you are lucky, the customs guy may tell you to move on without the X-Ray. In any case you do not need to worry whether the baggage goes through the X-Ray or you move out just like that. Then follow the exit sign and I will be there waiting for you.” Maybe, recession has hit Bond too, and therefore he has a lot of futile time to spend in writing out these instructions for K. I just hope it passes away soon.

And besides Bond, even a classmate of K has been striving to idiot proof her existence. On a casual chat, he started giving her pointers regarding immigration and customs in Manila and how to go about paying the tax at the airport and how much the cab ride to the airport should cost, and how much money she must carry, etc.

Btw, an Update: I now know the reason K why K wanted to give her laptop away to a courier delivery guy. It was just a cheap trick to get a new laptop. In any case, without giving the laptop away, she got a new laptop, and since then, the old laptop has been safe.

Also, we have a spare scanner. It’s as good as new. Ever since we bought it, it has been forgotten in our loft. So it’s an un-used scanner. It will be found to be extremely useful for people who need to prove their honesty by means of scanning certain documents and e-mailing them to prove their stories. The cost is negotiable. Also, since a cousin will be traveling to Delhi, Rampur, Delhi, some place, then the USA, anyone living in any of the afore mentioned places will get a special discount on delivery charges.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Lovely, Helping People,

We (K and I) are in need of help. I need help, because our lovely K, light as a feather, K has jumped on and broken my right hand.

But K needs more help than I do. I don’t know the reason, but it looks like she is feelings really rich and charitable. Today, a courier delivery man came to deliver a courier and asked for a pen. So K felt such an intense connection with the man, that she severed all connections between us and snatched the laptop I was using, disconnected the mouse, picked it up, and took it out of the study room to the courier delivery man and started giving it to him.

Therefore, People, please be good to us and help us out.

Btw, I need someone knowledgeable to kindly explain to me how to make a pdf file of the music of Jab We Met. Or if you can't explain to me how to create it, then please explain to K that it cannot be created.

Thank You,

P.S. Please do not ask K for any writing material till the matter is sorted, so that I may also be able to get an education. Although I now feel that the pursuit of education ruins you completely.

P.P.S. Another reason why she needs help is because she claims I can only blog in Italian over her dead body, although I am the one who has interacted with Italians longer than her. Actually, she has NEVER met any Italians in her life. And contrary to her claims, she has never even gone to this particular restaurant in Pune, where she claims to have met her Italian spouse. In case you don’t understand any of this, it is all her fault.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Back to business, Kronicles as usual!

Dear Lovely People of the World,

It's been many years since I have written a post. Let me bring you up to date with all the trauma K has been causing everybody in her vicinity…(If you don't have a strong heart or have very strong mirror emotions, you'd rather not read this)

Firstly, I made the mistake of scoring only 90.15% in my tenth and she's still making me feel bad about it. After that, she and one of my new sisters keep making fun of my college. My college may try to make three people sit on a bench meant for one a half person, it may be located in a galli and may be called Modern, the professors there may love to tell the students about how the college, its professors and students are utterly middle class, when we sit in class, we may hear the whistles of pressure cookers and even sad filmy song, but my college is the nicest college on planet earth. It even gave me books at the beginning of the year so that I now have all my books in duplicate. Btw, if it interests anybody, I am studying a vocational subject (in place of HIndi and Marathi and all that) at Modern and Hep College and will never have to go back to Shark Teeth Marathi teacher type language teachers.

Some time ago, after my college started, when K was bored, we went for a trek to Visapur in August and later we also went to Torna. K also allowed me to read a few novels after my tenth. The monster had actually gone and told shrieky to stop me from reading novels. (Shrieky was my maths teacher who loved to shriek. But unfortunately, she had taught K 8 years before she taught me and has never recovered from the trauma which caused her to be transformed into someone amused by silly things such as shouting at us).

Just in case my English doesn't look(!) good, please don't be very angry with Modern teachers only because they teach us English in Marathi. I guess its my fault I am not being a good student and learning well.

Anyways, the real purpose of this post is to gather sympathy. So let me describe the latest trauma. Read only if you are currently in possession of a pack of tissue papers…which also happens to K's favourite commodity.

K's latest claim is she's bomb blast fighting. And what is she fighting with in reality? Me. In an e-mail, my new/weird sister claims she's at the receiving end of K's gunfire (rubbish). But I am the real tortured soul. I am at the receiving end of K's newly found wisdom…plagiarized wisdom; I am at the end of all the shouting and beating a frustrated monster can humanly manage. I am also at the end where you discover the petrol in your bike suddenly disappears.

She gives me ideas and when I realize them, she berates me and calls me cheap. Is it cheap to misuse the facilities of an engineering college? Is it wrong to not pay for parking in a pay and park? Is it wrong to go park your bike in another college where parking is free for students?

Like her servile wife, I wait till she comes home, so that we can have dinner together and she then gobbles up all the dinner of the world without me!

I need good health to bear the non sense I am subjected to. Therefore, I request all the good people of the world, to please, sincerely make an effort to convince her to take me for a tiny trekky trek. I am like a bird in a cage. The staleness of this post is evidence of the fact that I desperately need to be taken out of this house for some fresh air. Btw, she took me to Bombay last week. Bombay's her idea of fresh and clean air and and nice, peaceful, open environment. The fever has gone away, the cold is almost gone, but the cough still persists. So I need fresh air. It's a medical emergency.

Bombay reminds me, K is named after a dog (female dog) and this time when she was in Bombay, she even met the dog. And seriously, they connected really well. I mean the dog who barked and sniffed at me for ten years, only remote-sniffed K for 30 seconds.

Btw, as I was writing this post, I was exposed to new non sense. I need someone to explain to me how I can "suffocate" her "hand" by lying next to her???

Btw, K claims she's an egg. She should make a public announcement herself, shortly. I only thought I should let you know since you have so nicely and patiently read my post.


Monday, July 23, 2007

I'm so Lucky!!

That's what I have been hearing ever since the SSC results have been announced. All my classmates and the shark-toothed Marathi teacher let me know that I was "lucky" to have scored a 90.15. And after a month of getting offended and fuming and complaining about it and fighting with K darling (it's so convenient to fight with her when you feel like beating up someone), I realised that I am indeed lucky thanks to K.

I was upset by the fact that everybody called me "lucky" for having a good result (and not achieving it), and so, the “Spiritual” K turned to her “Spiritual Guru”, Google Baba for help. The following is some of Google Baba's priceless and eye-opening advice:

“Luck is an event where opportunity meets preparation”. – Anthony Robbins.

Here is another one from
We consider people lucky when, using no apparent effort, they just automatically run into favorable situations that we call luck. Luck isn't necessarily a result of karma or coincidence. I believe that these lucky people actually "unconsciously generate" their so-called luck. They think and behave in ways that create good fortune in their lives. A large part of this is through a positive attitude or mindset…

And this is another nice one. Some (really really long) excerpts from it :

Isn't there a distinction between chance and luck?
There's a big distinction. Chance events are like winning the lottery. They're events over which we have no control, other than buying a ticket. They don't consistently happen to the same person. They may be formative events in people's lives, but they're not frequent. When people say that they consistently experience good fortune, I think that, by definition, it has to be because of something they are doing.

In other words, they make their own luck.
That's right. What I'm arguing is that we have far more control over events than we thought previously. You might say, "Fifty percent of my life is due to chance events." No, it's not. Maybe 10% is. That other 40% that you think you're having no influence over at all is actually defined by the way you think.

What are some of the ways that lucky people think differently from unlucky people?
One way is to be open to new experiences. Unlucky people are stuck in routines. When they see something new, they want no part of it. Lucky people always want something new. They're prepared to take risks and relaxed enough to see the opportunities in the first place.

How did you uncover that in your lab?
We did an experiment. We asked subjects to flip through a news-paper that had photographs in it. All they had to do was count the number of photographs. That's it. Luck wasn't on their minds, just some silly task. They'd go through, and after about three pages, there'd be a massive half-page advert saying, STOP COUNTING. THERE ARE 43 PHOTOGRAPHS IN THIS NEWSPAPER. It was next to a photo, so we knew they were looking at that area. A few pages later, there was another massive advert -- I mean, we're talking big -- that said, STOP COUNTING. TELL THE EXPERIMENTER YOU'VE SEEN THIS AND WIN 150 POUNDS [about $235].

For the most part, the unlucky would just flip past these things. Lucky people would flip through and laugh and say, "There are 43 photos. That's what it says. Do you want me to bother counting?" We'd say, "Yeah, carry on." They'd flip some more and say, "Do I get my 150 pounds?" Most of the unlucky people didn't notice.

But the business culture typically worships drive -- setting a goal, single-mindedly pursuing it, and plowing past obstacles. Are you arguing that, to be more lucky, we need to be less focused?
This is one of the most counterintuitive ideas. We are traditionally taught to be really focused, to be really driven, to try really hard at tasks. But in the real world, you've got opportunities all around you. And if you're driven in one direction, you're not going to spot the others. It's about getting people to have various game plans running in their heads. Unlucky people, if they go to a party wanting to meet the love of their life, end up not meeting people who might become close friends or people who might help them in their careers. Being relaxed and open allows lucky people to see what's around them and to maximize what's around them.

Much of business is also about rational analysis: pulling up the spreadsheet, running the numbers, looking at the serious facts. Yet you found that lucky people rely heavily on their gut instincts.
Yes. You don't want to broadly say that whenever you get an intuitive feeling, it's right and you should go with it. But you could be missing out on a massive font of knowledge that you've built up over the years. We are amazingly good at detecting patterns. That's what our brains are set up to do.
(This is something I watched in a documentary titled "Human Instinct". It said that a part of our brain, immediately starts to compare the current situation with past ones and what you think is gut feeling, is actually a result of analyzing your experiences and realizing the differences between the current situation and the past situation.)

What are some other ways you found that lucky people's minds operate differently?
They practice "counterfactual thinking." The degree to which you think that something is fortunate or not is the degree to which you generate alternatives that are better or worse.

Unlucky people say, "I can't believe I've been in another car accident." Lucky people go, "Wonderful. Yes, I had a car accident, but I wasn't killed. And I met the guy in the other car, and we got on really well, and there might be a relationship there." What's interesting is that both ways of thinking are unconscious and automatic. It would never occur to the unlucky people to see it a different way.

But can we acknowledge that sometimes bad stuff -- car accidents, natural disasters -- just happens? Sometimes it's purely bad, and there's nothing good about it.
I've never heard that from a lucky person.

So if you buy that way of thinking, then there is no bad luck.
That's right. That's what was weird about conducting some of the interviews. Subjects would say, "I'm the luckiest person alive" -- and they'd come up with dreadful stories. They'd have the same life events as the unlucky person, but they'd look at them entirely differently.

Isn't that just a fancy version of the power of positive thinking?
There's more science to it -- as opposed to the classic "Just think positive, and you'll be successful." I think if you understand a little about where it's coming from, it's a bit easier to adapt into your life.

We had a subject named Carolyn. When she would come to the unit to be interviewed, it would be just this whole string of bad-luck stories: "I can't find anyone. I'm unlucky in love. When I did find someone, the guy fell off his motorbike. The next blind date broke his nose. We were supposed to get married, and the church burned down." But to every single interview, she'd bring along her two kids. They were 6 and 7 years old -- very healthy, very happy kids who'd sit there and play. And it was interesting, because most people would love to have two kids like that, but that wasn't part of her world, because she was unlucky in her mind.

K also quoted Robert Frost:
"Education is the ability to listen to anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence."

(Do not think that Google Baba is not wise because he never said any of those things. He's not a plagiarist. Because, though Google Baba may not have said those things, it was he who brought them to our notice. That's why he's still “The Baba” and the coolest dude of Baba-land)

K also generated her own wisdom, (which she claims she did before turning to the great “Google Baba”)

Why do you *need* Bond to buy you your seat Pearl? I can't understand you?
What are you worried about??
And what are you irritated about??
People saying you're "LUCKY"??????

Of course you're a lucky (swear word I removed to avoid obscenity on my blog)... because you've *created* your luck. Lady luck is not some mythological character.

Dude, you are lucky, and your luck will stay with you for ever, because you create it. You'll just have to get used to being lucky.

(She said all this because I for one moment wanted to "buy" a seat, because for that one silly moment I thought that Merit was just a fancy term, that would become part of the old English after a couple of years.)

Unlike K, I won't generate my own wisdom. But I do acknowledge the fact that I am lucky and I love it that way :)

P.S. K has also brought to my kind attention the fact that she learnt a new word, which is "shadefreude".