A smorgasbord

It is a beautiful 45 degrees (F of course!!! Can degree C ever be pleasant?)outside. Fall colors and gentle rain play their part perfectly. The afternoon turning out to be a dash of colors. Wanted to be outside with my camera but needed to be at work.
Decided to take a longer break than usual pleading jet lag (Oh! I just returned from a short short trip back home which I will tell you about shortly – whether you ask for it or not).
Lunch was 10 minutes and then mousing around a bit with my computer and then PGW. Coffee? Yes coffee!! Amma had packed me the most delightful P-Berry combo some stuff poison that just melts your system. I got home from the airport around 2:00 AM yesterday and the first thing I did was to unwrap the packet and make some filter coffee decoction. So that I would not be disappointed first thing in the morning.

So coffee, rain, fall colors and French windows. It was vaguely nostalgic. It was around this time a couple of years ago, when on a day like this, sitting on the stairs of my apartment on Gazette avenue in Lexington, I started my first blog. It was called a moral wanderer, then became immoral wanderer and then priyamvatha to vanjula. It was a mere experimentation into something that has become very personal.

I have lost quite a few posts on my way here (between blog transitions) but made a few great friends and met excellent authors and people.

Spent a couple of moments drinking in the beauty of the afternoon. Decided that it was worthwhile to go a bit late to work rather than missing out on the few moments of bliss.

After half an hour, got out of the house most reluctantly and drove to work. So here I am. Penning my thoughts while I am being paid to work.

My 4 years in the United States have just drawn to a close. 2 months into my 5th year. I still remember the first few days during end of June 05 when I reached US. Staying with a couple of seniors, then my one and only room mate Sudarshni, life in Lexington, the grad studies, school, “Lex makkal”.

The days are shortening. Nights becoming longer. Autumn has set in with style. Winter shall soon be here white, muddy and gray. For some reason, the passing of time seems more pronounced in the US. Maybe because the seasons change so rapidly and the colors are so distinctive. You remember and savor almost every day of the year.

My thoughts are with Brian Greene’s “Fabric of the cosmos” which I started reading some time back. Apart from the Goal, this is almost the longest time I have ever taken to complete a book (I am still far from the end). Not because it is long (it is), boring (definitely not!!) or unreadable. But because it involves science and thinking. It is about the space-time theories and the universe. The most fascinating but little realized or recognized vital players are light and time. How much do we take these for granted? Always

After all, light is light and time is time. What else do we care or know? But with light, the colors of the season are awakened to the eye and they fly past with time.

The book is more of a scientific pursuit of the universe’s origins. God may be the probability wave that makes the photon behave in duality but He finds no mention in the book.

Well. More about the book in another blog. Right now in true Gandalf fashion : Wherever I have been, I am back.
(The day outside took me back to this song by my favorite composer. Dreamy, soft, haunting..)