On earth, walking, numb
Mind seems to decide its own way,
My feet are taking a turn.
P.S. – I don’t know , why I wanted to write this . But my mind does really know how to work on its own.
On earth, walking, numb
Mind seems to decide its own way,
My feet are taking a turn.
P.S. – I don’t know , why I wanted to write this . But my mind does really know how to work on its own.
I haven’t been writing for a while now, my fault completely. Actually I have been preparing for my travel to Arkansas.
Yes, guys you read it right. So here I am just going to write about my experience of the whole journey, it is going to be in three parts.
My flight to Heathrow was at around 12:20 pm which for some reason got delayed by ten more minutes.
Let me start from the beginning. I am not going to tell you regarding my bathroom habits,No. We had called a cab earlier just to be in time , so by 9:20 am I was there standing with my papa in Indira Gandhi International Airport Terminal 3, laden with 3 heavy bags we were moving towards the gate. Mind you I got an approval of two 23kg check ins and a 10kg hand luggage. And like any other first timer I filled all of them to the brim. Once in the queue towards the Gate , I was pretty nervous . Lots of incidents related to passengers being not allowed to board were hovering over my head. Fortunately nothing happened and I got to check in. Though once in the immigration queue I got a look over by the officer who checked my I-20 and gave me a pass.
Now, I just had to wait in the duty free area and my stomach was growling loud enough for a nearby passenger to turn his head. I wasn’t carrying a huge cash with me, so all I could do was look out for subway. I love their wraps besides they come in cheap. After food business got settled I moved towards the boarding where we had to wait for like 15 minutes before boarding.
As a child my ears had the tendency to ache in an insomniac way during flight hours. So me travelling via air wasn’t taken lightly by my father. He was too worried , really tensed, to the extant of waiting in the airport until the flight took off. Besides it was the first time his only daughter was travelling international with previous experience.
Once seated I noticed that my co-passenger is a Spanish girl. I really enjoyed my flight journey with her. We exchanged lots of anecdotes and stories. It was wonderful, I didn’t want the flight to end. The main reason was something else though. My flight landed there at around 5:35 pm , but the next flight would be next day at 12:50 pm. So I would have to stay in the airport, as I was travelling without a transit VISA.
The immigration queue in Heathrow was a huge one as all international passengers were lined up together. God, I already missed India. When my turn finally came to face the officer, he stared at my face and asked about my next flight . I told him it would be next day. He then granted me a One day transit VISA and told me to immediately book a hotel room. I was naturally overjoyed. Ah! what plans I would have designed had I known it could be possible, probably travel towards London. But it was not to be. I was tired , had to get a new sim from the airport only with 20 pounds.
By the time I was able to get into the hotel it was 9:20pm approximately and I couldn’t fall asleep until mid night. My biological sleeping clock had been disturbed and it was just the beginning dear friends. If calculated in Indian time , I was awake from 6:30 am to 3am the next day without any wink of sleep. Yet I was there in Hounslow and the hotel room had a beautiful view. I could stand there for hours watching the double Decker buses pass by and the wonderful English houses had it not been for my tired eyes.
P.S.- The most difficult thing during this part of the journey was to carry an almost 9.5kg ruck sack on my back. I am only 5 feet weighing less 49kgs. It made me loony bins at times ,lol.
I apologize to all of my readers, for not posting it earlier and I know that the content could be made brighter using pictures. But the ones I have can hardly be recognized ,with a phone as bad as that it was not easy.
Two days before the summer holidays would be over. The street was filled with energetic little kids bustling in and out of the books and other shops which offered valuable discounts for the upcoming session. He wanted to head straight towards the ice cream parlour where his friends would be waiting for him, but a certain petite looking woman caught his attention. She was passing through the doors of one of the most popular book shops unaware of his eyes which were tracing her movements.
He stealthily followed her inside. While she was searching for books in the biography section, he browsed randomly through Non-fictions. Stealing glances from the texts he could see the similar quirks which made him fall in love with her. The excitement whenever she found something new, the scrunching of her nose when a certain book had not been titled aptly; suddenly he felt a rush of adrenaline .
He knew he had to face her , no matter what he had to talk to her. “Keya ,” her name rolled out smoothly out his tongue.
She slowly turned to face him. He thought she would be enraged, or probably disgusted ; but as usual she surpassed his imagination. Keya was smiling at him , waving him to walk over towards her.
“How have you been? ” she whispered , eyeing left and right to check if somebody was eavesdropping.
“ The same as you,” really smart Arvind he berated himself.
“I always knew you were secretly a seer,” she then thrusted a book towards him the title of which said ‘LET’S START ALL OVER AGAIN’.
He was left speechless for a while , then as if he was struck with a bucket of cold water. Arvind looked at her with a sheepish smile “ I can do that.”
” I took the job”, he told me over the phone and I suddenly felt my mouth opening, gaping like a fish.
I was walking through the tiny lane of a vegetable market and my sudden halt made the person behind me grumble a few words. Most of which included ‘younger generation’, ‘phones’ and how our lives are a mess.
“You told me , ” I started walking again “You needed time to gain some semblance and what about”? turning towards a shopkeeper, I realized that my voice had been amplified; much more than intended. “What about the worries you shared yesterday?”
He was quite for a while and I had to check if the line was still on.
“Well, the boss called me last night.”
” And what convinced you?” I was smiling now.
“I surely am easily persuaded,” he sighed, there was some relief in that.
“Ask me, I have been trying to do that for four years now,” I was still standing in front of the shop.
“Trying to make me fall in love with you?” some sort of cankering could be heard .
” You realized that now,” shopping now would not be of much use, I realized. He would be here soon.
“Can’t share the secret , anyways where are you now?” I could hear the roar oh motorbike.
There standing in the room,
Suffocating would be the perfect word;
Coping up with me I knew, is difficult
Doing it for years, but being blamed for not caring
I think my cheeks literally need some slapping.
Life after high looked bleary for me. I did know that science was what would be my future, but the subjects and the colleges were baffling . Fresh out of high school, I was an architecture aspirant but later due to various reasons it turned into a foggy dream.
Without any proper idea about the upcoming subjects, I was more focused on the traditional branches of Biology. This is something I would like most of you to avoid, which is one of the main concentration of this post and the ones impending. Every post will include a subject, the colleges and institutions where it is available in a particular state of India and various other details.
Let us start with Anatomy courses in Andhra Pradesh. There are five institutions in total offering the course
This college was established in the year 2008 and they only have MBBS courses approved by the Government. It has been affiliated under Dr NTR University of Health Sciences. They offer Anatomy as part of their MBBS course.
Established in 2006, the college is private and has been affiliated under Dr NTR University of Health Sciences. They offer variety of Anatomy courses for UG and PG level- B.sc , MBBS, BPT, BDS, B.Sc Nursing, General Nursing, DMLT, DMIT, Diploma in Anaesthesia, MD, MDS and M.Sc.
It is an autonomous university established in 1995 and is situated in Tirupati. They offer MBBS course in Anatomy.
A college recognized by Medical Council of India and Govt. of India and has been affiliated to Dr. NTR University of Health Sciences. It was established in the year 2005. They offer MBBS and MD course in Anatomy.
It was established in 2003 and run by Arihant Educational Society. They offer MD course in Anatomy. It has been approved by Medical Council of India.
For all these course you must remember to start checking their website from the beginning of March to be extra cautious. These are once in a life-time chances. Not everyone has the capability to wait a year and apply later. So better safe then be sorry about it.
After a bickering and bantering session yesterday. I felt the need to ask him “Do you think what we are doing is healthy?” I sighed “I mean we argue most of the time”.
A smile made its way into his face “Both of us are stubborn individuals and we never did agree to go on head along with every decision?” he quirked a brow.
“No, we didn’t . May be this is normal for us.” I wondered before munching on the last of my biscuits.
“It is dear. Believe me”!
It is frustrating , exhilarating-
I get baffled okay, cannot react the best way,
Silence, it makes coping easier,
Your constant prodding and pricking my head ;
Questions which I can’t seem to answer,
Did you know , your talking wrecks my brain,
I need some rest, not an IQ testing late at night,
Still we talk , I mean respond to your questions
Isn’t that conversation enough?
We meet when you want us to,
As a man I do my part well of listening,
At least you don’t get to complain,
You might not be doing well, but you are an adult,
A women ought to dissolve her mental difficulties , herself;
As if I could ever help you with that,
And don’t you dare compare me to others,
You know fairy tales are not true
You ask me not to call and the next moment you want me to fight,
Is ‘Lunatic’ the new adjective for you?
Loving you almost comes naturally, to me
Present seems alright, future is yet to come,
Why don’t we just enjoy the way things are?
I wish you I could understand this ,
When you put obvious efforts to avoid me,
It might be the ‘nothing stage’ in your head;
For me it definitely is something-
Where I have to act as the mature one,
Precisely is it always the situation? May be,
I have lost count now,
You might tell me about the space a man needs,
Again that would be fruitful had we been too close.
“Why does she have to talk so much and be emotional at the same time. Can she not understand, that I am frustrated, or I may need some lone time? I wish she would be quiet for a while.” I think all of you guys must have gone through this at one moment or other.
First and foremost, you do know that she loves you, and probably you are the only person she is comfortable with to share her feelings openly. Let us take into the consideration that your girl is talkative in nature, but that’s good right because you don’t have to keep on guessing around her. And sometimes if it becomes too much for you to bear, you can politely change the course of conversation. Might even ask her to talk later with you.
Emotions are a part and parcel of every woman and if by chance you don’t get to see it then you must know that she has either been hurt badly by someone else and has been wary of everyone else since then. There is unfortunately another reason, which is- this particular lady might not be completely in love with you.
So, it is up to you to decided whom you want and how much of her affections could make you cringe, inwardly of course.
Please post comments, would love to hear from all of you.
A little word holding august importance,
Minuscle mistake , the sky could crash down,
A little impatient , risk turns as your shadow,
Patience and smartness might cure the disease.
It is not really easy you know, going through all those confusing occasions when you can feel that the person who is laughing at your jokes or is trying to get close to you ,just doesn’t want to get in your pants. I said that out loud ( smilingly sheepishly) , well it’s the truth anyway. A man might be handsome, charming , with all the qualities that you want in your dream man , but there’s no guarantee that he will be the one. Every turn in our life is made up of a twist, the moment we understand the rhythm or pattern , it changes the wave.
I am going to tell you one thing before we move further that there is no assurance that any one of the traits mentioned below will match with your future partner, but it did work for me personally and some of my friends and colleagues , whom I have talked to before writing this blog post.
Without further delay lets begin listing out the characteristic features that you must start searching in your boyfriend/partner/husband.
So once both of you have decided on your feelings for each other , you have to be strong and be there for him, while he looks after you. It is not only his duty to go through hardships for you, the path you walk on, will have to be overcome by both of you.
That is all for today folks! See you guys soon. Oh and before I forget there are going to be some major changes in the blog. I think its been going a bit bland for my taste.
Finally , Auf Wiedersehen mein lieblings
“How did our life come into this?” he said trying to get a good look at his long estranged wife, who was now busy sipping coffee.
“You mean me maintaining a distance of few meters from you?” she raised a brow and then chuckled , giving him a glimpse of her uneven teeth. “We are lucky you know”.
He kept on staring at his still mildly warm coffee “You are right, we got together on time”.
Photograph Source: forbes.com
Believing in my intuitive sense ,
I took a leap of faith;
Would it be a mirage or a real pond,
Risks were plenty, the desert has a lot of them-
It is upon me to decide, which path to follow
And understand who would stand by me forever.
They were meant to intertwine together,
With their proportions unmatched,
Leaning on each other would not work;
Coeval relation, was what they desired,
Anger burned and frustration killed them-
Only when two of them learnt to be amiable,
They did twist , turn , formed a nice braid.
I do not really have any substantial excuse for why I did not write this post earlier. But today since I am in my part-time writer mode again, I decided to do it soon. One never knows when I turn back to my non-writing lazy persona , lolz😂😂😂.
So the next morning I woke up early at around 6 am , wanted to cherish and enjoy the English morning and watch Brit shows for a while. Did I tell you , that I started writing the prequel to this post while sitting on the bed thinking about the journey. Nope. As most of you know , yours truly was not able to finish her job and had to rush towards the airport.
I packed my hand rucksack , booked a cab ( well the people in Mariott did that for me 😁😁) and reached Heathrow again.
Here’s what you should know the London black cabs are more expensive than other cabs.
Back to airport , since both of my check-in baggages were already moved I just had to go through security, whiiiichhh ….. was not a piece of cake. Common it’s Heathrow I am talking about guys , one of the busiest airports of the world. They had strict restrictions against bottles more than 100ml , deodorants and other stuff ( threw my deodorants 😢😢). I had a different experience while boarding the flight this time because 90% of the passengers were American and British and only few Indians or Asians. The feeling of going far away from home had slowly started to seep in. My co-passenger was a very kind American , who offered to help me anytime I needed him , while being here in the US.
It was a long 8.5 hours flight and as soon as the flight landed , we all moved through the immigration area. This was my third time during the journey , so I knew which documents to pull out and not to feel very nervous. Point -to-be-noted “not very nervous” I was still N.E.R.V.O.U.S. , who would not be standing in front of the Border and Homeland Security. Well, I went through it eventually. The officer was very polite, he asked me the purpose of visit, checked my I-20, VISA and I was asked to move forward. The baggage collection centre was completely thronged with passengers. I was one of the last passengers to get my bags , so imagine this girl who is on her first international trip to US and her bags take almost 20 minutes to come down. I would panic if it would be a few more minutes late, already having taken a round of the baggage collection belt 😂😂😂😂.
The best part though is about to begin , as soon as I start moving with my bags one of cops stopped me and asked me to follow him. I do that and once we are in his office, he informed me that he would check my bags . I was fine with that ….externally, had to maintain the calm facade . Unfortunately I had an uneaten apple from Heathrow and he picked on that, cops and their way of suspection. After he was done I started walking in search of terminal I ,my flight was scheduled there. My baggages were already taken care of land crew members , but I could not find a way to go to the terminal. There were these stairs people were walking through downwards and found that the terminals were all connected through subways . Once in the proper terminal, I moved around for a bit and then started dozing .
The long journey did take a toll on me. For the next few hours I kept myself awake through coffee, but once I was aboard the flight to Arkansas, sleep took over.
I do not remember anything about the journey, besides it was late at night by the time we reached XNA.
This is where my journey ended , but literally it just began.
NOTE: For those of you , who has not read my previous post on this topic, the link is https://meloheartsite.wordpress.com/2019/08/24/delhi-to-heathrow-london-a-first-timers-experience/ .
Life so far is doing good for me and I hope all of you are well.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Perched on a branch,
The little bird could not fight her anxiety,
She knew not , how to be free of fear
All she saw was the killing of friends
The ones she held dear,
As the clock ticked, a soul flew towards her.
It told her to forget the fear and puff her chest,
She would fly today and forget the past.
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