C'est moi

In an attempt to chronicle all the little things that amuse me, teach me, and reinforce what I learn at MIT, I have started a new blog on Tumblr which in itself is an experiment to try another microblogging site. My first post is about my 6th Birch Box that is much like the Pet Rock - A blatant way for 2 HBS ladies to make money off of willing victims like myself to be pampered by fancy little samples of all things new and beautiful self paid for. http://ruthusreebashyam.tumblr.com/ Visit and be nice!

Senility begins and middle age ends when descendants outnumber friends. Too early for me to think about middle age and lesser friends but a series of events got me wondering if I was getting there earlier than I am supposed to. With my son away in desh, I was heavily dependent on technology to ensure I stayed in his hippocampus. As most trips to India, this one was heavily planned as well, and I was overtly excited about it but a sudden unfortunate incident brought me back to square one. The last year has been marked by constant changes that have tested me for flexibility of a trapeze artist considering my resistance to change is unpleasant(very mildly put) to me and others around me. The one thing I have admired in a very good friend but hated being put through was to be able to let go of a structure and not have a boundary. Ironically, its the one thing I have come out learning with all of these changes. My father-in-law that I barely got to spend time with passed away in a month ...

Its something I never really dreamed of for myself. I always assumed it was my brothers that would hold the MIT degree, and i'd be beaming about it to the whole world. So, every time the T announced "Next stop, Kendall MIT Cambridge" my heart beat faster because I was walking the infinite corridor like it was meant to be mine. Although I have been going to school for technically a year. I hadn't truly experienced the MIT world until now that I have started to live by myself in the heart of Cambridge. I now walk with the same rush in my step that most students have. My anxiety over how i'd live by myself ended when I took that walk down to the post office and wandered back through the lanes, when my to-do list was done and refilled, when i waited for the bus just to watch it roll in, drive away and then turned around towards the T-station and I was still ok. I like the busy me I have realized. My calendar and to-do list remain full with changing events but i s...

Making me tumble and swing trouble's what you bring strange love strange how, you control my every little move now hanging from your strings is all i know Koop probably had a young lad in mind but the words really do reflect my experience as a first time mom! For most women, the core like a good friend says is to cater to everyone around you willingly so when some one steps in to your life that adamantly insists they need you and you alone; its time to say a big 'oh yeahhhh' that's right I am kind of a big deal around here! People that know me well enough know straight away that I am not a kids person so when the kit turned green indicating someone taking up space in my belly I worried for it. The baby was going to be my guinea pig! The first two weeks are overwhelming with a paramount feeling of attachment after that it's pretty much like a routine of jumping from task to task. The hormonal interactions are purely chemical and considered to be the most pow...

I've had a lot of first times over the last couple of months. Living on the east coast, stepping from under my parents protective wing, snow on my coat. Trivial yet something I had a longing to see was snow fall. I have seen snow more in form of glaciers near the Himalayas and trekked on it at Franz Josef but never the gliding of tiny soft balls of white making their presence felt. Anybody who hasn't seen snow fall secretly would kill to see one. I just haven't met anyone that doesn't care about seeing snow. Your first snow fall is almost like your first kiss. Yes, I am being dramatic but I am like that ok? The intensity and the quantity doesn't matter what matters is that it happened and you were there to witness it happen. I remember feeling like a kid when I saw the first tiny balls of snow after my Finance class. A girl walking ahead spread her arms out Shahrukh Khan style and had the most content smile on her face. I initially dismissed this drizzle as rain bu...

I never quite understood why everyone made such a big deal about Fall colors or seasons in general! Where I come from, it was always Peak Summer, Less Summer, Summer. These were the only seasons I knew of. But as my life turned new leaves with baby & college, the trees around were busy shedding theirs. The first few leaves on the sidewalks made me realize the reddish-brown & yellow weren't such a bad color at all. Then started my enthusiasm to see what I always assumed were photoshopped pics of Fall colors. Our attempts to wake up early in the morning to drive down to New Hampshire or Maine were countless. We finally made it this weekend with a couple of friends. Its a 2 hour drive up north from Boston. We basically were a bit late on the Fall schedule and so had to really pray hard that we'd find some of that color! The drive to NH was quite smooth in the Lexus 350. The one thing that worked in our favor the first half of the day was definitely the weather. It was mos...

As much as I love days full of things to do, I'd like to clarify I do not mean the cooking, cleaning, and running errands sort of things but the having fun sort of a day, I really do love the one-off quiet day that goes by without much done on the outside. I had the amazing day of doing nothing but be locked in a library, eat some delicious Italian food, and end it with some philosophy at a train station. Concord library was my first stop that day. My right-after-marriage life had started to pose one threat - boredom from being a housewife. Shravan suggested I head to the library so the books can keep me busy that day. Sounds good! Off I went into the Concord library. I started at the magazine section right by the door and glided through the comic strips to novels and finally to travel, my true calling. I read my first physical New Yorker April edition, and really liked the articles for how random they got. I read an article on the Mad Men series that talked about what the time fr...