Guldasta

A bouquet of flowers picked along the way ….

Silly boy March 26, 2009

Filed under: life,Me — gurdas @ :

Captain’s Log: Third rock from the Sun. Year 2009. Episode – “This boy is silly”

10:30 am : Take Wolfline Southeast Loop from home to campus

1:30 pm : Take Wolfline back home to pick up car

1:45 pm : Drive to Department of Revenue office in North Raleigh

3:30 pm : Drive back to Campus and work at office in Mann 317

8:00 pm : Leave office, eat dinner at Clark, take Wolfline from campus to home

 

10:30 pm : Friend joins for our daily night tea and asks “Where is your car?”

 

My Music is Back! March 23, 2009

Filed under: Me — gurdas @ :

I could hardly live without my Worldspace Satellite Radio in India. While I do not claim to be a music aficionado, music has been a love of sorts. And a odd one too, because I never carried it around with me. That is, I was never an ear buds kind of person. I would very often have music playing at home in the morning and evening as I went about my daily chores. I would almost always have music playing in my car. But I rarely have music when I am out in the open. In short, I like studio music when I am in closed spaces where other natural sounds have been shut out. But otherwise, I am easily entertained by the music of the world around us – sounds of vehicles, trains, hawkers, people, birds, what have you.

And while there are many songs that I have come to love, I also happily accept whatever the radio would send over the air. Not all radio stations are good, and obviously I am talking of the select few which I found to my taste. Some of this changed when I moved to the US last year. I realised all the recorded English music I brought along was old collection – the radio had both freed and bankrupted me! However, thanks to my friend Deepanjan, my music is riding piggy back on internet radio. Of all the people I know, Deepanjan is miles ahead in his appreciation of Western music – from Country to Jazz to Rock to Blues, he covers it all. Add to that an excellent understanding of how music is distributed and shared over the internet, and you can see what a treasure this guy is!

My current favourite genre is Country music, and though I have never ridden a horse, or played the guitar, the river sure flows in me. I listen to CMT more often than any other station.

And if you would like to know what tracks I am listening to, I have put up a dedicated page on the top right that says “humming along with …”. I will post my most played tracks of the week here. And if there is one you’d like to recommend, please leave a comment.

I was starting to miss my home in India with its good acoustics and choicest music, but less now because my music is back.

 

Butterflies from Dad March 1, 2009

Filed under: family,Inspiration,life,love,Me — gurdas @ :

Dad opened an email account and sent me our first one-to-one electronic communication. I enquired and found out he has been (secretly) attending “Internet classes”.

When I saw that first email, I felt butterflies in my stomach. In that moment, I could feel the love of my father from thousands of miles away. Because only love can make a 70 year old, who has never used a keyboard in his life, to go learn email communication.

I may be more educated than my father, but in matters of Life, he is still my teacher.

 

Bonding January 5, 2009

Filed under: friends,Me,photography — gurdas @ :
The Ladies, Raleigh, NC, USA, December-2008

The Ladies, Raleigh, NC, USA, December-2008

New friends are like new wine. It is wise to sip them slowly and enjoy the change of taste as the relationship ages.

I made many new friends at NCSU. But within that group are a select few who in their own unique ways made these past few months memorable.

Ladies, your constant chatter, freaky jokes, shopping mania, and spontaneous laughter are gifts I will always cherish.

 

Be the light January 2, 2009

Filed under: life,Me,photography — gurdas @ :
Glowing heart

Glowing heart, Malaysia, Sep-2007

 

New Year Greetings!

This year, may the candle of my heart burn at both ends. It will last less, but while it lasts, let the light spread far.