What a morning!!

Well I was woken up this morning by the phone ringing at about 5:15. I figured it was my mom’s work and after sinking back down into my pillow, I promptly fell asleep again. However, a few minutes later my mom came into my room and told me that we needed to get up and get going because my niece was about to be born and my brother desperately needed food. Well we rushed around and got out the door…and just then we realized that we had locked ourselves out. Oh well, we would deal with that later…it was BABY TIME.

So after driving like maniacs and picking up some food, we finally got to the hospital and I sprinted up to the labor area. My brother looked so exhausted, which I can certainly understand considering the circumstances. He at an egg mcmuffin, and we chatted for a bit before he had to go run back in and wait for his girlfriend to give birth. Finally my mom and his mom showed up…which was interesting. I’ve always thought that was kind of an unusual dynamic. Both my dad’s ex wives chatting…neat. But after about an hour my brother came out and asked us all to come back. It was unreal, I knew that there was going to be a baby, and soon. But my head somehow could not wrap around the fact that this was ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

She is beautiful, absolutely beautiful. She has the chubbiest little cheeks, and the tiniest fingers…and so much HAIR. Seriously she has this really dark, kind of wavy, and very thick hair on her head. Quite the contrast to me, since I guess I was bald for a really really long time. But it was so cool seeing my brother holding her. And then I got to hold her. She even opened her eyes and looked right at me, though I’m sure she could only see some sort vague blur. What a sweetie pie though, oh my gosh. I have a niece. I’m an aunt now, and I’ll be an aunt forever.

Kya baat hai :)

Oh, and once we got home, we DID get in the house. I got to climb in through the dining room window. It was totally mission impossible-esque.

SHE’S IN LABOR!!!

We just got a call from my brother at 5:30 am. She’s in labor….and he passed out, poor boy. So my mummy and I are rushing over to the hospital.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Bhasha ka Pagalpan

So I’ve been going absolutely language crazy these past couple weeks. It’s been really good for me, I think, because I’ve been getting a bit more practice at mentally switching between languages. I’m also glad that I have the opportunity to make some small use of the Spanish I know.

I think my Hindi has also improved a fair amount because of the increased opportunities for conversation. On top of this, I’m still slowly pecking away at my Urdu writing workbook. I’ve become somewhat apt at reading (as long as the words only involve the letters I’ve learned thus far). It’s been slow going since I’ve had so much else to concentrate on. I am determined to be able to read Urdu in its entirety by the end of this semester. I love learning South Asian Languages, really. Sometimes it feels comparable to linguistic puzzle. If I learn one writing system, then I can use that writing to learn this other language…If I learn this type of grammar, well that fits in perfect with this language. For example, since I have a proficient knowledge of Hindi, it will be relatively simple for me to learn other languages like Bengali, Gujarati, Punjabi, etc. There are small differences, but the main task would be just to learn the different vocabulary and writing.

Additionally, once I learn Nastaliq (Urdu Script) it will be much simpler for me to start learning a language like Persian or Arabic. (I’m thinking Persian would be better to start with since Arabic is some craaaazay shit as far as grammar.)

On top of all this I’ve been seriously considering reviewing some German. I still remember some of the basic concepts and firmly believe that with just a small amount of study I could pick up most of the rest.

Needless to say, this is a very exciting time for a polyglot like myself. It’s actually a little challenging to not simply spend all my time studying language; completely leaving all my other responsibilities by the wayside.

Aah Ya Leil

Well, the third week of the semester is at an end. I’m feeling super optimistic about everything. I, of course, have the usual amount of underlying stress. Maybe I won’t get into grad school! What if I do a terrible job on my GRE?? What if someone steals all my stuff in India! What if I get LOST in India…oh god oh god.

But what I’ve finally realized is that this kind of worry is, in fact, constructive. If I’m worried about not getting into grad school, well then that should mean that I’ll work my butt off so that I will get in. I’ll study hard for the GRE, so I know that I’m doing the best that I’m capable of. And if I’m worried about India…then I’ll just be that much more careful while I’m there! Stress shouldn’t be debilitating, it should really just be indicative of what areas of life one needs to work on, to be more confident of.

When I think of it, though, I don’t really have a whole lot of reason to worry. I already know most of the faculty associated with the department, and I think that they have a generally positive opinion of me. I just need to write some really good papers and ace my classes. Then I think I’ll be good. Oh, and studying for the GRE would be good too. Yeaah. I’m just glad that I’m starting to narrow down the topic that I would like to potentially do research on.

What I’m sort of interested in is looking at how different groups record the same historical events, such as partition. I actually would like to find textbooks from different eras and compare how opinions and “facts” change. And then there’s my general interest in religious studies and linguistics. After speaking about my idea about textbook and history and stuff with my professor, he confirmed that this does indeed sound like a grad school quality idea. So here’s hoping!!!

So this weekend should be fun, though. I have a reasonable amount of reading and studying to do, but there will be recreational activities as well. Today after I clean the dance studio, I’ll be attending the Small World Coffee hour and meeting more people from other countries, and also some people I already know! I have new friends! I love friends! What a happy occasion. Then tomorrow I get to play tour guide around the Lake Calhoun/Uptown area. Let’s hope the weather is nice on that day. Sunday…well, I’m guessing that will be my homework cramming day!

Also, I think I’ve found a song I’d like to choreograph some bellydancing to. Woohoo!

Loneliness V. Solitude

This is an issue I’ve actually been thinking about a lot. Deciding to actually go to a movie by myself is something I’ve never been able to do.

http://www.startribune.com/218/story/1420202.html

Relationships: Alone or lonely?

More of us than ever are living, traveling and socializing by ourselves. Should we embrace this new cultural reality, or fight against it?

Where are you right now as you read this? In a coffee shop contentedly across from your significant other? In a rocking chair with a sleeping baby nearby? At your laptop reading the newspaper online?And how do you feel about that? Happy to be in the company of another? Happy to be alone? Or melancholy because neither is true?

This is a story about aloneness, that inescapable human condition that thrills many of us and terrifies others. It’s probably a good time to consider our individual comfort with being alone, because a growing number of experts in everything from technology to psychotherapy contend that the bigger our world gets, the “aloner” we feel. And live.

The number of people living alone, in fact, has grown from 17 percent in 1970 to 26 percent in 2006, according to the U.S. Census Bureau. The growth is tied, in part, to the fact that 48 percent of American women now delay marriage. In addition, single women traveling alone are one of the fastest-growing segments of the travel industry, reports the American Automobile Association. Overall, 11 percent of leisure travelers journey solo today, the majority ages 18 to 49.

Some people also enjoy going to movies and museums alone, dining at tables for one, or eating alone at home. (Sales of single-serve meals increased 5 percent in just 12 weeks, according to a recent food institute report.) And some find all of this positively depressing.

Alone, lonely, isolated

As with all human experiences, we each fall somewhere along a spectrum of comfort in being with ourselves and others. We all know people (in fact, many of us are married to them) who are happiest puttering alone in the garage or garden for hours and for whom a dinner party or book club is only slightly preferable to fingernail torture.

We also all know people (in fact, many of us are married to them) for whom another opportunity to connect with friends, family or potential friends is nothing short of a religious experience. (Church crowds make them happy too.)

It’s likely just confirmation that Carl Jung was right in splitting the world into “introverts,” those who prefer and gain energy from their internal world of thoughts, feelings, fantasies and dreams, and “extroverts,” who get jazzed by the external world of things, people and activities. A healthy respect for differences, plus a good friend or therapist to complain to on occasion, is probably all that is needed to keep these relationships in working order.

It’s when people move to extremes — too much need to be alone or to be with others — that therapists and others get nervous.

“More and more in this age of electronic communication, people aren’t just alone, they’re lonely,” said Beth Erickson, a Minnetonka life coach who has studied relationships for 30 years. “Many people become socially isolated, which can be life-threatening.”

James J. Lynch, director of the Life Care Health Center in Baltimore, and author of “The Broken Heart: The Medical Consequences of Loneliness,” and its sequel, “A Cry Unheard” (Bancroft Press), would agree.

Lynch, a psychologist who spoke in May about the connection between social isolation and heart disease as guest speaker at the Annual Ruth Stricker Mind-Body Lecture series at the University of Minnesota, calls loneliness “a lethal poison” leading to premature death in all post-industrialized societies.

Like Erickson, he sees technology as one culprit, but adds a longer list of his own: single-parenthood, divorce and widowhood, hurtful language by parents, and his biggie, school failure, which he said in a telephone interview plagues certain young people throughout their lives, with “an inherent sense of inferiority and physiological distress. We are literally,” Lynch said, “breaking our children’s hearts.”

No less worrisome are people who feel compelled to be around people. “They don’t have a choice,” Erickson said. “They become relationship addicts.” This group, she said, is cheated out of fully coming into their personal power. “The greatest life satisfaction comes from knowing who you are,” she said. “If you’re always seeing yourself in relationship to others, it can feel too risky to say, ‘I am I.’ It takes internal strength and self-knowledge to be genuinely intimate.”

Knowing the difference

So, are we OK? How do we know? Stephanie Dowrick, a social commentator and author of “Intimacy & Solitude,” (W.W. Norton), acknowledges that human beings vary a lot in their need to be alone. And our needs change over time.

“But what makes ‘aloneness’ most positive,” Dowrick said, “is when the space feels full, rather than empty, when you regard it not as time without someone or something, but as time with yourself, to do something that engages and replenishes you.”

Solitude slides into loneliness, she said, when people feel powerless and empty of inner resources. “When we choose to be alone, it will feel very different from when aloneness is forced upon us by circumstances, like loss.”

The key is balance. People who live alone might need to pay more attention to how consciously they are taking care of their social needs, Dowrick said. “It’s the capacity to not fall into a pattern of being too much alone, simply because it is habitual or easy.”

Others need to find peace with solitude. “People often fear doing things alone because they believe it reflects badly on them,” Dowrick said. “Perhaps they appear friendless in others’ eyes. Yet, sometimes, doing things alone is the ideal way to meet up with other like-minded people. What matters is the willingness to risk a little discomfort and experimentation so as not to be a prisoner of circumstances.”

Hanna Carlson, 27, of Minneapolis, has traveled solo for years, to Turkey, Egypt, Israel, Jordan, London, Greece, Italy, France and New Zealand. “It’s easier to meet people when you’re on your own,” said Carlson, who also loves to go alone to movies, museums and restaurants. “You develop a completely different respect for the world and learn to appreciate everything so much more.”

But you don’t have to go so far from home to reap benefits. Zana Johnston, 54, of Minnetonka, surprised herself by doing something recently that she never thought she’d enjoy. Johnston, whose husband, Jay, “hates crowds,” went alone to the State Fair. She took the bus, saw what she wanted to see, took her time. “My mother-in-law always goes to the fair alone, and I felt sorry for her. Now I get it.” The experience made her think even bigger.

“Now, maybe a museum,” Johnston said. “I could take my time and enjoy it without worrying about everyone else.”

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And then there’s this comparison written alongside the article:

 Solitude:

….is a choice. You enjoy connecting with others, just not now.

….leaves you invigorated and restored.

….can be health and life-enhancing.

If spouses or others take issue with your need for healthy alone time, quote author Stephanie Dowrick: “When people ion an intimate relationship give each other space and explicit permission to be alone sometimes, without fear of criticism or punishment, it helps the relationship immeasurable, building trust between people, as well as within each individual, about their own emotional capacities.”

Loneliness:

…. is not a choice. You feel that you have no one to turn to.

…. leaves you feeling empty, longing, and defensive.

…. can be health- or life-threatening.

If you recognize yourself here, talk to someone. Your health care provider, a therapist, or a spiritual leader can help you think about what you need to move more into the world of others. Says Dowrick: “We humans are social animals. How we learn to live successfully with, as well as alongside one another, is one of the great challenges of genuine emotional maturity.”

So Hard to Do

In these days and this society most romantic relationships end at some point. Not so much at death like the vows prescribe, but rather when one or both tire of the other or some evidence is shown that the match was poor to begin with. Whether it has lasted for a month or 25 years, longevity is no indicator that the break will not occur. You would think that living in this society, that we would all be callous, jaded, and far more able to deal with the imminent parting-of-ways.

But at least for me, I find that this is not so true. Maybe it’s that we all believe that we are set apart, that this time we hold the torch of true and faultless love. This one will be the one. His questionable hygiene drives me craz…but no! He is only human and I love him with the purest of loves and he adores me with every ounce of his being! But once the infatuation is over…you aren’t so sure anymore, and when you’re raised where it’s advertised that love is equal to infatuation…you feel that it must be over.

Don’t get me wrong, I think dating can be a great thing. We no longer live in a society where your requirements need not be more than “Does he make enough money to buy us a house that I can clean for him?” and “Will our children not look like monsters?” We can make our little check marked lists with items like “enjoys mountain biking through Colorado” and “never wants to go to Malaysia.” We can pick and choose as we like, and find out if someone is an angry verbally abusive jerk BEFORE we marry him.

But the breaking up is still tough. I’ve done it, and I’ve had it done to me. I’ve had epic, dramatic breakups, confusing and lingering breakups, and I’ve even broken up and been broken up with over voicemail. (Not the preferred method, my friends) I am no stranger to heartache, or to recovery from heartache for that matter.  But even when it’s the best decision and you’ve been going over it in your mind for weeks, there’s always some hurt that stays on for way longer than it should. But for me it’s not exactly the end of the relationship that hurts. It’s the pain of replacement. Whether or not a relationship was doomed from the start, many times you still form some sort of bond with the person. You have your jokes, your songs, your strange habits that no one understands but the two of you. But when it’s okay…I always have to come to the realization that at some point, they’ll have those things with somebody else. The touches, the looks, and even things that they would never give to me…all of those things will be given to some nameless, faceless person who is not me. It doesn’t matter how much effort I put into our relationship, how much I powdered my face or dressed nicely…they will find another person to do all these things, and she’ll probably be prettier too!

I suppose you could put these feelings on a similar level jealousy, I hate to say. I don’t like to consider myself having these kinds of feelings, but there they are. I’ve basically resigned myself to the idea that any sort of serious relationship with any future potential is impossible for me until god knows when. So even casually dating feels like a lie since I know that it can’t and won’t lead to anything of substance. But with all these rational decisions, the irrational nature of emotion still has me walking about with one eye looking for someone who could possibly be “the one.” I have this hope that I’ll meet the perfect person who will be worthy enough to overcome all these barriers, and will find me worthy enough to put up with the difficulty of overcoming all these barriers. And let’s be honest, it’s nice having a consistent source of affection…who only wants to put his arm around YOU at a movie. But at the same time I know that in this set-up of dating, the odds are that I’ll just continue with the cycle of a few dates and then the realization that we aren’t well suited.

It’s just too dang time consuming when I have things like graduate school applications and my 5 classes to worry about. So here I stand, having to hit the pause button on romance until I have more than 10 minutes to myself. But it’s still hard having to watch the ones on fast-forward.

Feelin Good

So today went pretty well for the most part. I had been feeling a little anxious during my first week back…feeling a little uneasy about everything I have to accomplish this semester.

I’m feeling a little better now, after actually participating in class and feeling like a I had a hold on what was actually going on. Literary theory still makes me feel totally lost, but at least I know there’s hope! I really like being in a grad level class. Even though some of the comments make my skull feel like it’s about to burst, I know that at some point I’ll be able to catch up. Then I skipped my Fantastic in East Asia class so I could read a Premchand story in Hindi with my professor and a couple other students. How nerdy am I? I skip classes to go to other classes O_O

So then I went to 20th Century India and took about 5 thousand pages of notes. Good class though, it’s totally what I need.

After that, I gave a friend of mine a lesson in Spanish. It was pretty exhausting, but kind of a cool experience. It really feels nice to be able to share knowledge with others. If I ever get advanced enough, I’d love to open some sort of language school; for people who want to learn a language but don’t have time to enroll in a college or anything. I could maybe even open a place in India! Well I don’t know if I can, but I think that would be pretty cool. Even as far as Hindi goes, I’m sure there are people either just visiting India or who will be spending a long time there and who feel like they want to learn the language. Who knows!

Okay, and now I am tired…soooooo tired. Guten Nacht!

Giving myself a little break

So after fretting about my schedule for a while and looking at my options, I’ve decided to take my Cultural Plurality course next semester instead of this semester. While that means that I’ll probably be taking 18 credits in the Spring, I think I’m going to need a lot more time this semester for studying and grad school applying and all that. It’s quite the relief that this will work out, really. It means that I won’t have to be at school until 9 pm on Wednesdays, and I’ll have another full evening for schoolwork! That’s not sarcasm, I am actually excited about this.

My puppy is too cute when she sleeps.

Countdown to Insanity

So right now, I am about two and a half hours into Sunday, then there’s Monday, and Tuesday is the first day back at school. Though with my summer class, I really haven’t been out of school for very long. However, of course there’s a difference between taking one class and taking five.

  • But yeah, so here are the things I am going to be doing this semester
  • 5 courses (equaling 17 credits)
  • Working two and a half jobs:
    • Chemistry Accounting Office (6 hours a week)
    • Chemistry Faculty Search (12+ hours a week)
    • Cleaning the third floor of the dance studio (This is the half, just for a couple hours a week. And I’m getting paid in belly dancing lessons
  • Writing what must be the most amazing research paper ever written so I can put it in my grad school application and get into grad school
  • Going along with the above thing…apply to grad school!
  • Take the GRE
  • Save up for my trip to India in December
  • Go to the South Asia Conference in Madison to meet other people in my field and see what the current topics of study are
  • Drive to Chicago once I get my passport so that I can acquire my visa

O_O