About time, you know

This post was bound to come sooner or later. Everybody has been talking, blogging, twittering, tumblring about it. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am talking about SNOWMAGEDDON. Or Snopocalypse. Or whatever inane Brangelina sort of word-play the media can collectively come up with. First, the obligatory photos:

(Cannot upload photos which are on my home computer at work - should have known better.)* There will be an update. Till then enjoy this.

Information overload at its best (I realize that I am, by virtue of writing this post, contributing to the aforementioned overload, but, by writing this (by the second this, I mean the bracketed statement) I am nullifying my contribution)*. Whatever.

What I want to say is this: God Almighty, I remember asking for a miracle of nature to occur a few times in the past (papers due, exams for which I had not studied, etc.)*. What I did not expect is you shower me with all my requests at once. There is something called timing, God. And you being the Almighty (and other such titles that we mortals have lovingly (and sometimes fearfully) bestowed upon you)* should know a little about timing. You invented the concept, if I recall correctly. I did not ask for 6 snow days. In theory it does sound wonderful; but when you live in a city that acts like a 6 year old girl whenever there is a dark shadow in the sky, you get to be part of an age-old TV show called House Arrest (there is a reason you do not remember this show)*. House Arrest (show and my situation)* was, is and will never be as cool as its name. 

Rant over.

P.S.: I know I abuse parentheses. I think they need love.

Of Nonsensical Adventures

For those of you who bother about my geographical whereabouts, I am now firmly planted in perhaps the most politically powerful and charged city - D.C. What's with me and capital cities - I seem to find them as a bee to honey. This city actually does exude power - those bespoke suits and Ray-Bans and leather briefcases holding papers that change the world's destiny, it isn't as exciting and fast-paced as NYC, but it has its own politicized charm which I am beginning to savor.

The only thing that irks me here is the utter lack of creativity in naming streets - this is the case in most US cities I guess, and being an outsider it seems to me that their forefathers couldn't be bothered to give creative (or atleast unique) names to streets. I am surprised they managed to come up with unique state names! 

I get that D.C. can have state names as street names, but why other cities? It really is a shame when you have to say that you live on Wisconsin Avenue in L.A.!

Before this post quickly turns into a full-fledged rant, I would like to mention that D.C. is super-cool. The clear lack of indians here (I come from Palo Alto - the indian techie haven) is surprisingly refreshing, the university population - young and vibrant, and in general, that eager, "I am here to make a difference in the future of this country by changing its policies" look on a lot of people (unlike the "I am here to make a lot of money" and later, "I make a lot of money" look on people from New York) is refreshing and strangely motivating. 

They say that by just being within sneezing distance to a politician, you could become one - all I have to say is - bless you. And I am buying a barge pole, just in case!