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its questionnaire time

Happy long weekend everyone! Hopefully none of you are reading this and have fun things to do. I on the other hand, am still here, in good old Goleta.

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The Proust questionnaire was filled by Marcel Proust and has since (or later sometime) become famous. I wont[1] blame you if you are more interested in his answers than mine. But if you do want to fill out the questionnaire for future reference, please do so before you read his answers (mine won’t hurt I think). Coz let me tell ya, they are good. He was also only thirteen then.

I am going to refrain from being smart alecky in my answers and be sincere instead. I am not sure if that is important for the questionnaire or if the questions even have any significance. After all, they seem to routinely appear in Vanity Fair.

I wonder what my thirty year old self will have to say about this.  The second part of the questionnaire, which can be found here, will appear on this blog seven years later if I am alive, to which I can almost hear my mom saying “StrawberryM, please don’t say such things !”

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les diablerets

in the company of clouds, les diablerets

So here goes..

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Not finding yourself worthy of love.

Where would you like to live?
A Paris filled with English speaking French people.

What is your idea of earthly happiness?
Bath bombs and wine

To what faults do you feel most indulgent?
A pleasure-seeking short-sighted attitude

Who are your favorite heroes of fiction?
Tuvok. It is a recent development.

Who are your favorite characters in history?
Lokmanya Tilak

Who are your favorite heroines in real life?
My mother

Who are your favorite heroines of fiction?
Dagny Taggart. Although I read the book years ago.

Your favorite painter?
Cézanne.

Your favorite musician?
Beatles

The quality you most admire in a man?
Humility and honesty

The quality you most admire in a woman?
Strength and beauty

Your favorite virtue?
Optimism

Your favorite occupation?
Day dreaming

Who would you have liked to be?
An artist, a painter.

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[1] I have just found out that ‘wont’ is an English noun/verb which means ‘being used to’. But because of my low vocabulary and an apostrophe eating habit induced by instant messaging, I have been using it erroneously to mean ‘won’t’ for as long as I can remember. Embarrassing !

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leaving for another home

At the beginning of every school year, I always envied that new girl who moved a lot due to her father’s job. She had stories to tell, new friends to make and new places to discover. I did not know then, that I had quite a bit of moving in store for myself. So much so that..

I tend to call places ‘home’ quite quickly. Any place that I live in for more than three days by myself is home. Its comforting in some sense.

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saying goodbye is difficult.  but not so much when you come back to this : ucsb lagoon from gauchospace.

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The worst part of staying away from my home for 15 months is the last 15 hours. I am always amazed at how all the people with suitcases are always standing ahead of me in the escalator making it impossible for me to go any further. And also how no one comes to claim the remnants of damaged/opened suitcases on display in plastic bags on the conveyor belt.

All the good looking guys I see in the terminal usually evaporate into the air before they enter the flight. My specialty is older snoring types. Things like these make me believe in astrology.

My journey this time started out quite pleasantly. Must be because of the serene doll-like Korean stewardesses. But that feeling wasn’t destined to last.

Incheon airport

Incheon airport

There was a set of kids in the seats in front and then one more in the back. Have you noticed how besides crying for no reason, kids just tend to talk really loudly especially in public places?

Korean Air is the worst when it comes to entertainment. ‘The Magic of Belle Isle’ is not a ‘Hollywood Hit’. It was an awkward TV movie that even Morgan Freeman couldn’t salvage. But Incheon Airport is beautiful and I get a quick small whiff of the snow outside on my way into the terminal.

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it is snowing somewhere in the world right now

And while the security lady scans the snacks my mom has made for me for drug traces, I am saying, “my mom is cool, but not that cool”. I get a polite laugh for a lame joke. Welcome to the US of A !

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We went to Raigad and were pleasantly surprised to find roads without many potholes, unlike our last encounter with it. It was still a good 3 hour ride for just over 60 miles. Flowers and plants on the way:

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Raigad became the capital of the Maratha Empire in 1674. It is separated from the rest of the Sahyadri mountain range by two rivers, making it difficult to conquer. It was called the ‘Gibraltar of the East’ by British colonialists and resisted their attacks for over a century.

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The fort has many reservoirs (one of which is pictured here) and a market where men could shop sitting on their horses (stairs were built into the buildings for this). Baby elephants were brought in palanquins and raised in the fort since ascending the fort was a challenging task due to the difficult terrain.

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One can climb 1400 stairs to the top or take the rope-way instead. We climbed the first 200, gave in and went to the rope-way. All in all, it was a nice one day spent.

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