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June 9th
1100 - A Hotel. A place to crash until tomorrow.
1300 - Lunch
Waiter: Andhra meals or Chennai meals?
Me: Andhra meals please (I was under the impression that it would be coconut free)!
The food arrives and there isn't a curry cup that is coconut free and I have to pinch myself that this isn't Kerala either. Coconut in sambar, coconut in my potato, coconut in my payasam. Atleast the curd was coconut free but I hate curds.
I met a friend that evening. He has this awesome 535cc bullet bike. The acceleration was blinding. It took up the place of half a car. Long handlebars and a heavy attitude tank. This is what the indian Gods must be riding. He showed me around some chennai hot spots.
I still hadn't prepared for my interview for the next day. I got back to my room at 11pm and then it hit me that I could have as well requested a Chennai LJ meet or atleast given my discovery notanangel78 a call.
2300 - I got back to my room and chanced upon a Sudoku puzzle in a weekly magazine and spent the next two hours solving it. After solving my first sudoku puzzle I found an empty frame hanging on the wall and I slipped my solved puzzle into it and hung it back on the wall. Neat.
0100 - Start going through my documents and stuff preparing for the interview. I must have fallen asleep by 3am.
0700 - I had an hour before I'd make my trip to the embassy.
Before I made the trip my mom made me take an oath that I wouldn't wear my worn out jeans to the interview. But to compensate it I bought a shirt which was easily one of the best looking shirts I had ever bought in under 5 minutes.
0820 - Like cows waiting to be slaughtered we stand in the line outside the embassy. I thought I'd be nervous but no I was yawning from the lack of sleep! I saw parents being shooed away by the guards from their kin before they entered the heavy metal doors. I'd imagine parents dreaming that one day their kids would be citizens of america and would send them tickets to join them. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Not that there is anything wrong with anything for that matter.
Anyway after a bit of shoving around in the line I was let in. When I was inside the embassy I realized that once again I had failed miserably to look like the others. Yes I wore a shirt but it was black with stripes running all over it and untucked as usual. Yes I was wearing a non-jeans pant with sneakers. Every guy I saw was in a white/blue/purple shirt with a belted black pant and polished boots. Infact I was so colourful compared to the other guys that you could pass me off as a tall girl in a salwar!
I will leave details of the interview and other stuff for later/phone/face-to-face conversations.
Yada-yada-yada my interview got over in one minute I've been stamped succesfully.
1100 - A Hotel. A place to crash until tomorrow.
1300 - Lunch
Waiter: Andhra meals or Chennai meals?
Me: Andhra meals please (I was under the impression that it would be coconut free)!
The food arrives and there isn't a curry cup that is coconut free and I have to pinch myself that this isn't Kerala either. Coconut in sambar, coconut in my potato, coconut in my payasam. Atleast the curd was coconut free but I hate curds.
I met a friend that evening. He has this awesome 535cc bullet bike. The acceleration was blinding. It took up the place of half a car. Long handlebars and a heavy attitude tank. This is what the indian Gods must be riding. He showed me around some chennai hot spots.
I still hadn't prepared for my interview for the next day. I got back to my room at 11pm and then it hit me that I could have as well requested a Chennai LJ meet or atleast given my discovery notanangel78 a call.
2300 - I got back to my room and chanced upon a Sudoku puzzle in a weekly magazine and spent the next two hours solving it. After solving my first sudoku puzzle I found an empty frame hanging on the wall and I slipped my solved puzzle into it and hung it back on the wall. Neat.
0100 - Start going through my documents and stuff preparing for the interview. I must have fallen asleep by 3am.
0700 - I had an hour before I'd make my trip to the embassy.
Before I made the trip my mom made me take an oath that I wouldn't wear my worn out jeans to the interview. But to compensate it I bought a shirt which was easily one of the best looking shirts I had ever bought in under 5 minutes.
0820 - Like cows waiting to be slaughtered we stand in the line outside the embassy. I thought I'd be nervous but no I was yawning from the lack of sleep! I saw parents being shooed away by the guards from their kin before they entered the heavy metal doors. I'd imagine parents dreaming that one day their kids would be citizens of america and would send them tickets to join them. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Not that there is anything wrong with anything for that matter.
Anyway after a bit of shoving around in the line I was let in. When I was inside the embassy I realized that once again I had failed miserably to look like the others. Yes I wore a shirt but it was black with stripes running all over it and untucked as usual. Yes I was wearing a non-jeans pant with sneakers. Every guy I saw was in a white/blue/purple shirt with a belted black pant and polished boots. Infact I was so colourful compared to the other guys that you could pass me off as a tall girl in a salwar!
I will leave details of the interview and other stuff for later/phone/face-to-face conversations.
Yada-yada-yada my interview got over in one minute I've been stamped succesfully.