Finally !!! Achieved Levitation !!

I am writing this blog under a heavy influence of alochol and so u are herewith forewarned of the many many spelling mistakes u will come across.

So I guess you must be intelligent enough to figure out what this blog is gonna be about. Yes, this is about me expressing how I feel when I am drunk (as I write each and every word, I am trying hard not to make any spellig mistakes. See the perfectionist in me is still awake, somehow).

What do I feel this very instant ?? As if I have got a pair of invisible wings and am flying... feel so very light... the 2 sides of my head seemed to have been blocked by stop corks (the ones we used in chemistry labs) and as if my head is separated from the rest of my body, as if my eyes are popping out. I feel there are 2 ppl living in my body right now... one of them is asking me to stay awake and complete the office work (and complete this blog)... the other is telling me to dance around and make a fool of myself and let everybody around me know that I am trying hard but no matter how hard, am not able to control myself from dozing off..

So how did I end up getting drunk ? You must not be believing me.. right.. I mean.. how is it possible that Rahul got drunk?? trust me.. it wasn't planned at all.. while chopping onions for our lunch, Anand Dubey (my landlord kept offering me Saki or Sake' - Japanese rice wine - 18% alcohol; I think 3 pegs.) and there I was climbing the stairs to heaven with each shot I took.



I remember having asked him 2 days back as to how do you reach the stage of "intoxication" and he told me that u just need to drink a little more than the "just one peg that I was restricting myself to and then the most important thing - company."

After about 10 mins the bulb just went blank in my head in that instant I realized that I have reached the "near perfect state of mind". I tried hard to go and concentrate on my work, but too bad after about 10 mins , my eyebrows felt heavier and heavier and then a bulb (of a different kind) light and a voice within me told that yes, I am not in control of myself and i need to stop. That I need to sleep and then resume my work when I am awake.

Am currently having the "asli" Dal Makhni (in the words of Anand), and rice. Probably the "best-est" food I ever had since my arrival in Anchorage. In fact the best ever Dal Makhni in my life. Somehow I fee that as I am writing this blog, I am probably not going into the state of sleeping and relaxing myself. Hence, I guess, I will relish the second round of my delicious food and then go ahead and sleep for about 2 hours before resuming work.

Do not forget to congratulate me if I was able to complete this blog without any spelling mistakes ;o)

To sense the pleasure again

I have been the lazy me for sometime now and I reached the brim for the part of me which gets saturated very soon. So call it back to square one or completing a circle, I finally felt like penning down something.

Even as I 'feel' that I 'want' to write, I haven't figured out which emotion in me should take precedence. Its been over 2 and half months here in Anchorage now and I will be moving to a new home tomorrow. My current state is - tired, groaning in pain cos of the ache in my neck and head(ironing 2 weeks clothes, washing utensils, packing my bags - of which neither is complete yet) , and crazy enough to just stop everything around me and write this blog.

The whole thought of worting a blog was triggered when friend frostatmidnite scrapped me and was like 'u haven't blogged' for sometime now. I kept telling myself that I shud write and its already over 2 weeks since then. I began feeling that I am probably lying to myself and may be I do not feel that pleasure of writing anymore within me which is why I was talking so long to pull myself together. Its hard to describe, but its kinda like that emotion within you which gives you that last boost of will to fight just when u felt that u have lost it all and then u rise from dust.
I am already enjoying seeing these words form this blog of mine and sense the very same pleasure which I felt when I wrote my heart out in my previous blogs. This blog is still a mixture of many things which I wanted to blog about but did not.

I cud make this blog about my current project and all the ups and downs I have been through; or my stay in Vashi (for the project of course) where I made some of my dearest friends whom I limitlessly adore; or I cud express the changes I have felt within myself over the duration of my current project in which I started out as a team member and am currently playing the role of an on-site co-ordinator. But I may not not be able to write them out here cos it aint' right to write bout professional stuff out in the public domain.

Then I think that I could write about the bumpiest ride I had trying to reach Anchorage. Lemme put it in short cos I can't resist : I travelled from chennai to frankfurt to denver (over night stay) to seattle (over night stay) to Jeanu to some three other stops (kenai, Petersburg i guess am not sure of their names now) and then finally to Anchorage after travelling for 4 days instead of 2 days and visiting 6 location in the transit instead of 2. There a lot that happened in that travel time, but I guess will have that as a separate post.

The next thing that hits my mind is probably the life in Anchorage and (I guess thats what most of this post is gonna be) the cold and the beauty filling the air, and its people. I have met some of the most beautiful ppl here - my client and a good friend Mike Robbins and his wife Debbie. I owe it to them for making my stay here as comfortable as it could be. No amount of gratitude can make up for their love and care. "Debbie is my American mommie", is what I say when any one asks me about Debbie. Spending a day at office without Mike is probably the hardest thing to do, cos I have got so used to his company, his jokes, his thoughts, his expectations, his magic, his choice of music (including his "crap") and everything about him that makes him so wonderful.

Some of the other ppl without whom this brief sketch of life in Anchorage would be incomplete include Craig Fisher - who also happens to be working on the same project as mine. Witty, smart and a cool guy who took me out for Snow Machining - which happens to be the one of the most craziest things I have done in my entire life (as far as adventure goes).

I went for my first lessons on Sking with Aashish Chowdry and boy I'll just can't forget the numerous falls I had before sking down the slope smoothly in my second climb. Aashish was on a 2 day visit to Anchorage and I spent some good moments with him over dinner and the ride to the Hill Top Sking area.

Bill Smith, the Alaskan who knows just the right way to tickle the muscles in ur body by doing things as unimaginable as a pole dance for you in office and making it so very "visual" (in his own words) that u roll off your seat. He is one smart and humorous person and I fall of my seat when I have both Bill and Mike in front of me. Thats a dangerous combination and the result is some unreal wacky and crazy imagination drives which the two of them put me through and I can't help catching my stomach cos the excessive laughter makes it difficult to bear the pain.

Then there is Mike Broadhead - the "nerd" who always has his room dark, sitting on the seat in a mannerwhich will give u the impression that he is hibernating and can slip any moment. The first thing that strikes my mind when someone mentions the name "Broadhead" is "the king of wit and sarcasm." He has got this cold look in his eyes when he speaks, which makes his sarcasm and wit even more interesting. Its a joy to watch both Mikes (Robbins and Broadhead) trying to outwit each other. Thats is one sight I would never wanna miss (lest they both start picking on me. ).

There are many others whom I would love to write about and I know will surely do in my next posts. for now heres the link to my webalbum : http://picasaweb.google.com/rahul.2111

Somewhere within me, I feel that I do not want to leave this place. I have learnt and observed so much more within me in the past 2 months. There were times when I was angry, sad, alone... at one point i felt that the solitude would drive me insane. But, I guess, its the same spirit within all of us, which always pushes us to stretch a little more to see us through tough times towards a better life. Thinking of Mike and Debbie, I remember the good times I had here and then all I can picture is the beautiful Alaska. Both of them were there always whenever I needed them and I know as I write this that parting away from them is gonna be the hardest part of my stay in Alaska. And I know I would wanna hug them and cry within as I leave this special couple in the end of April.

I am inviting them for dinner tomorrow before I move out of my present home to my new shelter tomorrow. Still have loads of clothes to iron , utensils to clean and my bags to pack so I guess, I will return to relish the joy and having had experienced the pleasure of writing yet again and continue with my chores.