when luck runs out !!!

I must have been born lucky, just when i thought the the world is against me, felt like i have been abandoned just 5 months after i left home to do my masters at university of texas, my parents send me tickets to get back home for the vacations...:) not many people get such an opportunity, i see many friends here in Texas who are yet to get back home after 2 years of their exile(not exactly..:P) from home..

My visit to India was the most exciting trips i have been in my life. It was the best 25 days in a long time i guess. The days consisted some unforgettable things like 25 days of complete home cooked non vegetarian food that i love and had missed for a long time, a 19th premier league title for my Manchester united team which i witnessed with some hundreds of football freaks at a sports bar, hanging out with my long time friends(also getting to know that most of my friends are committed now..:P), movies with my best buddies, a friends engagement and many more to list....... May be somewhere deep inside i felt like staying back without returning for my studies, but i was not studying abroad for someone else sake.

And when everything was going so well just as in my script i had to get back here for my semester was starting again. I never expected that i would feel sad thinking about going to America. Just felt like my good time was running out.Actually my feeling was not wrong. just after my semester started I tried my hands at the sport of "rock climbing". it was so good, i never felt like missing it even a day. But i write this blog sitting in my room with a torn ligament in my knee(hopefully not much serious), guess my rock climbing skills were not very good yet .... A week back if someone had told me i would be having such a bad time in coming weeks i wouldn't take that.

Am back cribbing about my life while doing my masters degree...I just wish my even my bad time passes away soon as my good time did...:)

costliest banana i have bought...:P

it mite be silly or funny to write this down....

i arrived at New York airport(first time abroad) on the way to syracuse(my destination university), i was very hungry and when i was just looking around for stores i happened to see a fruit and a cofee stall in the airport, for a moment i forgot i was in a strangers country, went to the shop and asked for "two bananas"(since they looked very pleasing to eyes).The shopkeeper gave me the banana and started asking me abt where was i from and why did i travel to America?.. she printed the bill and gave it to me. it said 2.20$ +0.39$(tax)=2.59$.
i din bother to convert it to rupees and i just payed her the money. after a while something just made me convert that amount to indian rupees and i was stunned thinking its a very costly country...:P and i wondered a mac chicken from macdonalds(1$)is priced less than half the amount for those two bananas. still laughed at myself and even that situation that confused abt this country where raw fruit is costlier than a burger meal....

i still hold that bill in my pocket just because it reminds me of those funny moments when i had to travel a long distance to a country unknown to me...

why i choose to blog

Am not the one who ever thought of writing a blog. I never even wrote a dairy to keep note on any special events or occasions in my life. but as we know everything changes with time and this change has made me jump into this blog world.

i was always the one who used to have so many friends around me, being the only child to my parents was really pampered (except the matter of studies). never thought i had to blog or write a dairy to share my emotions, happiness, success, situations. even though i talk to my parents twice a day, call friends now n then , use facebook like an addict i cant help forget that am thousands of miles away, 12 hours behind all my friends n family, very far away from the home food, roadside chaats, time pass hangouts etc etc.....

i never thought i ll ever feel homesick( the term one of my friend says is associated only with gals..:P). anyways i still have the same friends tolerating my calls at their unusual times...:P mom waking up late nights if i have not called that day.... am i making life difficult for them??...:P i really hope its not the case...:)

its just the start . i intend to write down all the peculiar experiences i have had since moving into a new country, new culture, new economy...:)

and yeah i din tell why the name "mavericks life". its very simple the crowd at my university are called mavericks and its a different life for me here. this blog will have things abt this "mavericks life"...!!!!!!!