Youth Wasted.

As I was walking to the nearby track for my afternoon run, I walked by an elderly man with a backpack on that stopped to catch a breath of air. I asked him if he needed help carrying whatever it was he was carrying, but he kindly refused and we struck up a random conversation. (I'm notorious for talking to strangers. I think it comes to me naturally as my subconsious rebelling against my parents who always told me not to do so.)

He told me that "Youth is wasted on the young." He went on to explain that young people have everything going for them physically; they're in the best health they'll ever be in. Their minds are sharp BUT they lack the patience, understanding and wisdom, which results in such a waste of this precious time in life. They're in such a rush to grow up, that they miss all the opportunites and abilities of the body that a person who's lived & learned knows what they want to do but don't have the body for anymore. Another way of putting that saying is, "If I could go back to (what ever age) and if I know then what I know now, life would be wonderful."

His speech was so inspiring that I totally walked past the track and walked him to the library several streets down. He was living proof that he was enjoyin every day of his life as though they were of his youth; he was 89 years old strong and healthy. My guess before he told me was somewhere in his 60's.

I definitely enjoyed my run today. Youth not wasted. :)

Cooking Desi.

My cousin's daughter (who is actually like 5 years older than me), came from India a few years ago. With any elder Indian that hasn't seen me in a while, the conversation topic is about my "studies" or about my "marriage plans." Well, I was surprised when the conversation instead started off with:

Cousin's Daughter: So do you eat Indian food?
Me: Uh, yeah I do from time to time.
CD: You don't eat it all the time?
Me: No.
CD: So what do you make when you're in Berkeley?
Me: Pasta, rice, pizza, noodles, and such.
CD: You don't cook Indian food?
Me: No, it takes too much time.
CD: But you do know how right? Make a thurka and all?
Me: Yea, sure.
CD: So you just don't make it?
Me: Nope.
CD: Wait, are you planning on marrying an Indian guy?

Huh? What? How did a simple cooking conversation jump to my marital preferences? How exactly does what I cook correlate with the race I prefer to marry? Well, if who I'll marry was determined by what I cook, my man would be Italian for sure. If it correlates with the food I most enjoy eating, then no doubt, he'd be Thai.

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So Italian or Thai? I'll have to get back to you on that one...

Knocked Up.

(My convo with 'lil Preets on AIM today)

Me: Dude I had a nightmare again yday before my final!
Preets: oh no!
Me: I dreamt that I was knocked up and bout to try to explain it to my rents
Me: (thats what I get for studyin the reproductive system b4 going to sleep)

Preets: Should've used protection
Me: Anyway, I managed to explain it to them, dont rem what I said anymore thou
Me: But they were more horrified by that fact that my cuzin overheard everything
Me: Than the fact that I was knocked up!!

(IM at the same time)
Me: So the dream ended w/them plotting to kill my cuzin!
Preets: Did you guys end up killing ur cousin and burying him?

Me: Dang, you can predict my life, friendships, and now even my dreams? Creepy.
Preets: Thats how I roll
Preets: Psycho style ;)