hacker alert!

I came back from my mumbai trip without a phone. Yup, that's right and I survived without one for 2 days. That is commendable by my standards what with me spending the better part of my 'free' time on the phone.

To rewind, I actually thought of doing something good. I gave my phone to my dad and took his phone - that's an iphone for the cheapest nokia (just to give a perspective). Turns out, the universe conspires against my good deed. Damn it, nobody can see me upping my heaven score. I try to do some data delete because otherwise my dad would get confused with my contacts and his contacts. And, lo and behold, the iphone refuses to turn back on.

So, that was the end of my good deed.

I gave dad's phone back to him and brought the non-functional iphone back.

Well the most fun part was when I had to coordinate with nish who was supposed to pick me up from the airport and I made a call from a public booth. Well, I would guess that I would be the only soul but turns out there was a queue. I am ready to bet that none of them landed at the domestic terminal.

Now the good part started. I didn't trust my own self with the phone and I gave it to this guy from my workplace. And I waited and waited and waited. Then I could not wait any longer. I had to take charge of the situation.

I spent one day at work searching for and watching youtube videos on how to upgrade, restore, jailbreak and unlock an iphone. And I spent good part of one night downloading all the required softwares including a new version of itunes. And guess what? It didn't take me more than an hour to get my phone working.


I did this!

I didn't stop there. I learnt how to create your own ringtones for the iphone (yeah that is a task in itself though not very intimidating) AND I also got my wallpaper in the background. (Something I wanted since I first saw it, but was too scared to mess with the phone).

Long story short, I am thinking no end of myself and I am proud. Though I should have learnt to do all this some 2 years back. But, whatever!

Waiting and uncertainity

Waiting comes in many flavors, but can be broadly classified into 'good' and 'torturous'.

Good waiting is the waiting when I'm waiting for something pleasant to happen and it's almost certain. For eg., a friend coming to town, me going home, me going on a trip, and so on. You get the drift. This wait is spent entirely in excitement and planning.


Flowers on my new creeper :)

Uncertainty on the other hand can be a killer. And that is when we have the torturous wait. The outcome is uncertain and probably big things are at stake. You cannot plan because you don't know what's going to happen. You cannot get excited again because the outcome may not be something to be excited about. Like when you wait for your results on an exam that didn't go very well or a job interview and so on.

waiting is something I don't mind. I love the 'good' wait because it holds a promise. Otherwise also I would rate myself very highly in the patience department. I don't get flustered in traffic jams or while waiting for my doctor or in the queue at the airport or when people jump in front of me at trial rooms or to get out of an airplane.

Uncertainty, on the other hand, I cannot handle. It just gets the better of me. I'm a sucker for knowing. Not knowing makes me, I don't know, cocooned? It makes me retract into a shell. I don't want to discuss all the possibilities and permutations and combinations that are doing rounds in my head with other people .It can get quite boring and repetitive, you know. And I can't seem to think of anything else to converse about. I just can't focus on any other thing. So, cocooned it is.

To move away from downers like uncertainty and brighter (literally) topics, there was one another thing I did last weekend.



These go on my kitchen counter. They are hidden behind the fruits.



The belvedere bottle is not mine. I mean now it is. But it was given to me empty by a friend who knows about my love affair with plants in pretty bottles. Like the dark one you see on the right - a bottle of porto tawny from Portugal.