Revamped

Not that anybody cares or is looking. 

So the trip to Dallas with T. got cancelled.  For those of you who didn't know.  T. being Taylor.  Taylor being one of the most wonderful human beings in the universe.  Taylor being the boyfriend.  ANYWAY.  Trip got cancelled.  Not for anything bad I guess. 

Got a phone call from a member of the theatre faculty.  "I'm directing this off-Broadway theatre festival in the city and we need a stage manager.  Can you do it?" 

"...can I call you back?" 

"Sure." 

Gowri calls Taylor:  "I need you to come over RIGHT NOW.  Need to talk to you about something." 

Taylor, on hearing this news: /sadface. 

Gowri: I know. 

"So what do you want to do?"

"What do you want me to do?" 

"I want you to do what's best for you." 

"We both already know what's best for me.  What would you have me do?" 

"The decision isn't mine to make." 

"Your parents bought my ticket, I can't say yes or no without running this by you first." 

Phone call to Dallas.  "Mom, what should we do?!?!?!" 

Taylor's mother talks to Gowri, who is shivering and shaking on account of hating talking on the phone to people she's never met: 

"Um...do the more responsible thing.  Tell Taylor/Jordan/whatever you call him I said that and not to be too disappointed." 

Gowri calls Ernest: 

"Yeah, OK, I'll do it." 


$600, halfway through the gig now.  Well, $600 for two weeks isn't bad money I guess.  And I mean of course you make the contacts and etc. and so on.  Have worked with five gorgeous, brilliant actors, two lovely directors, one NASTY AS SHIT ACTOR AND ONE NASTY AS SHIT DIRECTOR.  Both, incidentally, from Yale Drama School.  Ran into a friend in the theatre department at Grand Central on Saturday night, was comparing stories because she's working with some company as well, and came to the conclusion that graduates of Yale Drama seem to be fairly obnoxious.  (We were with a faculty member at Sarah Lawrence, acting teacher, who also teaches at Yale Drama.  I quote verbatim: "Yale actors have no creativity and no sense of scriptwork even after they graduate.")  Slightly lukewarm reception, apparently.  I doubt that it's the school that gave the aforementioned actor and director a sense of entitlement, but rather a shared ego problem.  Both of them are directors--well, the actor is a junior year directing student.  He professes to have "no patience for actors," "hates working with designers", and "stage management pisses him off."  WHAT THE HELL IS THIS JERK DOING IN THE THEATRE, THEN?!?!?!?!!  Might I add that he's a second-generation Indian of the OBNOXIOUS variety.  Also gay, of the obnoxious variety. 

Have come to a realization about 2nd-gen Indians in North America after extended conversations with my cousins.  Indians come from India to the USA in basically two classes--my family's, aka overeducated and looking for more challenging work opportunities--and the type that come over to set up Dunkin Donuts and 7-11s.  Nowadays you have a third type who come because of the IT stuff, but they tend to be 20s-30s-just-finished-school-making-a-bit-of-money-before-going-home-and-getting-married.  So they don't really count in the Indian community social fabric.  But seriously, you have these two groups, and they don't mingle.  And the over-educated types tend to be a little less conservative than the undereducated merchantsy type.  But let me tell you, if I had little patience for most of the Indian types in UWCSEA, I have NONE for the 2nd-generation South Asian type on this side of the Pacific, as a general rule.  The Indians on my campus don't even want to associate with me because I hang out with 'white Americans'--if they didn't ensconce themselves in Common Ground all the time, I would spend time with them as well.  Common Ground is a 'safe space on campus in which minorities can associate and intermingle.'  Believe me, it's the WHITE KIDS on this campus that need a 'safe space in which they can associate and intermingle.'  Just because of how PC everything is.  Anyway. 

Is it silly that I am craving to drive an autorickshaw around new york city? 

http://www.auto-rickshaw.com/gifs/bajaj-autorickshaw-4s.jpg

Why am I such an idiot...

Despite the fact that I feel severely disinclined towards using LJ nowadays, I think I should probably leave a message about the general existence of my life. 

Relja just left.  That is to say, he's flying out of JFK this morning at 7.20, and, as was to be expected, Sunday flew by.  Nobody's even going to pretend it hasn't been the greatest weekend I've had this year.  Look, I made a rhyme. 

One of my friends came with me to LGA on Saturday to pick him up.  I asked Jacob to come because I had to catch a bus from E125th & Park.  i.e. I had to catch a bus to LGA from smack dab in the middle of Harlem, am basically trying to run my life for the next three months on $50/month and therefore was required to walk from The Met to smack dab in the middle of Harlem.  And I mean given that it was daytime I could have done it alone, but I didn't particularly want to and, well, at least there was somebody to talk to and somebody to make me stop flipping my phone open and closed and wondering whether the plane was still in the air. 

But it was ridiculous.  First world my ass and it took me getting here to realize it.  In the...I would say 15 blocks between the end of Manhattan proper and the beginning of Harlem you could be walking across different continents -- from first world Europe right smack dab into third world (insert big city here).  And I'll be damned if anybody tries to call that progress.

As a response to Han's boredom, I am also bored.  

However, I am typing up my dad's manuscript for some book about Equity Analysis (not derivatives, my bad), which is abstruse financial stuff, and the publisher deadline is suddenly NEXT WEEK and not only has he not finished  doing the last two chapters, i do not know how to do sketch graphs in word and i have yet to type up four more chapters (they are long), add graphs, equations and tables to two which I previously did and THEN proceed to edit chapters 5-12 (not having 11 and 12 written does not help), all in a week's time and i don't even know how i'm typing right now because my both hands are cramping like mad from being poised on top of the keys all day.  

also, my mac's keyboard is getting replaced on account of two missing keys and i do not like typing on my mother's Dell because it has a weird ass keyboard which cuts my typing speed by almost half.  

also, i have my housing information from college whoohoo.  

also, i have very little other news, other than the fact that if anybody wants to do anything INTERESTING and relatively PAINLESS, and relatively painless EXCLUDES shopping of any variety because excessive walking hurts my heels because i have spent all summer either barefoot or in 7 centimeter heeled boots/5 centimeter sandals so wearing sneakers makes my feet arches feel funny, otherwise if any of you are going to be at that Horrible School Thingy On Dover Road first week back i need to give teachers stuff and whine at andy for never replying my emails because i said i wouldn't read thomas hardy, so i will see you there

To all those active on Facebook, RELJA AND I ARE STILL TOGETHER.  I just don't feel the need to publicly announce my 'marital' status on a public service.  There is nothing wrong.  Nothing drastic has happened.  According to my tarot cards, there is no termination of relationships in my future.

Does it make me a bad person if I admit that an amount of money that enters the tens of thousands of dollars, a lot of people's time and effort and care, including my own, culminates in the fact that I have never seen Carnatic music as anything more than a means to an end (the CD being a very concerted effort on my part to get me into university because it just looks good on an application), and that the majority of the reason I'm going to the USA is honestly so I can get away from it?  I've NEVER sung Carnatic music for my own enjoyment or pleasure -- for my MOTHER'S,  actually, and to be frank I'm sick and tired of being her yes-person every time she decides to find something new for me  to do, and oh, there will be literally HELL to pay if I tell her I  don't ACTUALLY want to do something.  Bloody hell.  I want to quit, but I can't.