A night at Paestum...

I was busy with “my dear” flow cytometer.. now if anyone knows me for the past seven months wouldn’t have missed my talk on this little machine... one of my good friends out here… Suddenly I here a voice “ Anna, This time its just a one day trip to home.. would you like to join me!!!”. For a second I did not realise she was talking to me… was looking at the cytogram on the computer.. She put her hand around me.. and repeated again..God.. there was something with this girl… I somehow found myself getting closer.. donno for what reason.. a very quick real comfortable zone.. !!!

I AGREED…

The next day, she told me , she got the tickets…

The next day… I went to work.. and directly from there we left to her home,, it was almost a two hours journey.. I really wonder at times… how on earth I could just connect to people , I mean really a lot even if I know them so little.. on the other hand, even if I had known someone for years, I usually prefer to listen… that’s strange… cos usually I listen more and talk less,,, Sometimes may be I see me in some people… is that true or I pretend to or manipulate events I do not know.. but one thing is clear… that I connect to people in whom I see me…Am I being selfish???or am I genuinely accepting the other person into my life… I really need to find an answer!!!

Ooops.. so we got into the train…. I got the tickets as a gift!!! All the way we were talking, played word games after a real looooonnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg time… cos most of them here do not understand English and even if they do, they do not speak...thats good in a way cos its like Taub's treatment.. conditional training of Italian!!!

he he he..

So we arrived at Paestum , went to her home.. it was neat and compact... Somehow Paestum reminded me of coimbatore especially RS puram and Colony...the structure of the road and the atmosphere was totally different from Naples...a sense of calmness just poured in as we went into this city...

alright so we, went to her home and then just five mins relaxation.. then off to basket ball match.. she is actually a player and a coach!!! The moment she entered the stadium, all the kids surrounded her and hugged her... it was a beautiful sight... just reminded me of bala ka,Sr Florine and JB Mam...my teachers in both life and academics... hmmm.. next was comedy session... She introduced me to all those kids . One of them asked me if i was a basket ball player and i said "NO, but my sister is one!!!"Immediately two girls and a boy ran to fetch a ball for me...and they started to teach me to play basketball.. (all in italian haan...)

it was a nice experience though!!!

okie so the match started... after such a looooonnnnnnnnnggggg time i got to see basket ball match... actually it reminded me of so many incidents,,, Me giving lift to my sister for her basket ball coaching classes in "my ladybird"... the basketball ground in St Josephs and all those games hours.... "Bank, river, ocean ,sea"(a game that we played in the basketball ground when we were not allowed to play basketball!!!)(kutty paapa game but still it was nice!!!), Dhivya , rajiika and all those matches i watched in GD and joseph's... god so many things ...hmmm now the match started... it was a good match.. there was this no. 4 in the opposite team.. i guess she was the main person.. she was seriously amazing,,,

I was sitting along with some parents of the kids who actually made me into a sort of cheer leader,, All of us were shouting "Forza Cappacio" followed by three claps... which means play with more force... "Cappacio" was the name of the team!!!(that reminded me of Common INDIA...)Anyways the opposite team won and after the match they served biscuits and cakes... all home made.. it was yummy... infact Rosaria's brother packed some for the next day after the 6 cakes that he galloped!!!

So now that the match was over, we decided to go out for dinner, and she had a group of friends out there... it took almost 40 mins to actually decide the place to go for dinner.. finally decided to go to salerno, a nearby city to eat pizza...

i was wondering if i would be eating a midnight dinner... and exactly the same happened,,, we reached salerno at around 11 and the road was filled with traffic... oh my god.. so many people were out at that hour... and finally got a parking space after 1/2 an hour search... almost 45 mins after we entered the city.. the car moved like a snail...prbably even more sluggish than a snail... that actually reminded me of the days at Chennai.. the traffic at tidel park... usually I get down at TYMR station and change a bus to get to my university in the first year... but most of the days i end up walking to the university from the railway station as it was more fast and i need not wait in the crowd.. that was a huuuuuugggeeee crowd out there from school students to it employees and many others from all walks of life trying to reach their destinations... obviously one can hear all the abusive words that poured from the drivers of autorickshaws, buses, cars... there was no discrimination in this.... ok ok .. now we parked the car and walked towards a common meeting place where all the friends met to gether as we split ourselves into two groups before we left paestum... Alright now there were additional two groups.. friends of friends... and we walked for quite sometime.. though t was a night walk by the sea... etho anniyama irunthathu... (i did not get the right word in english...) but the street were all decorated with grand lights and various designs.. it was beautiful to watch...

Another half an hour discussion to decide the restaurant and finally one native of Salerno suggested a pizzeria...

we reached there and each of us ordered each type and shared.. it was nice... but as barath says usually " I was feeling alone in the crowd",Finally we spoke about various things as each one was in different profession Rosaria's bro was an archeology student, Kika was the editor of a local newspaper.. and she was with her boyfriend... and there was another doctor, she was from Boston... it was good...

finally we finished and then went back home... i was dreaming about all those school days and the time spent during the games classes, the cement tree!!! faiz and me studying together for public exams!!! the get- together we had in school,my mother's chenna Briyani.... the rock garden that we made near the ground those line of coconut trees bordering the basketball ground... XI A classroom, Tamil classes ... sccccccccrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeccccccccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... there was a break..... we reached home at 3.00 am...

i guess that was my first night out in Italy....

It was so strange that their parents did not bother about their kids coming home so late,no scolding, no calling names,,, it was very casual...

Indeed that reminded me I was in Italy!!!

Kaalai neram en jannal oram…..

It was a beautiful Sunday morning… for a long time I have been thinking that there should be some general mechanism that govern the transcription and translation of proteins.. I feel that somehow I am getting to know what I wanted. As Anthony Robbins quotes in his book..… "Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth--that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves, too"( originally by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe)… I am slowly getting to know that quantum theory is indeed a major factor… as in that particles can be at two places at a time (though this is more related to the psychoneuroimmunology project)… the second one … mathematics of the chromatin http://www.nature.com/news/2009/090904/full/news.2009.880.html

is again promising...as in it says that euchromatin occupies a higher fractal dimensions exposing large and rough surface to the molecules interacting with it and smaller fractal dimensions of the heterochromatin makes it to have more flatter and smoother. The bulky fractal structure of euchromatin could encourage proteins to hop around over large stretches of DNA, making it easier for them to scan for their target sequences whereas the flatter structure of the heterochromatin helps them to stick close to each other facilitating the histones that r plentiful(in contrast to euchromatin regulating proteins that r more specific) to bind to and inactivate them.Moreover the inactivating protein have to move more systematically which is favored by their smaller dimensions.So the nucleus might be able to switch the behaviour of different areas of DNA simply by altering the fractal structure of chromatin. "This would be an indication that you can tune the way you search for these targets," says Huet, "by changing the structure of these targets."

The selfish me... a view through the window of my heart!!!

Some precious moments!!!

Life is strange!!! So many things happening around…Happy and sad… Friends are getting married one by one,, I still remember the days which we spent together loitering around in the college, just laughing and cracking jokes at anything possible…Laughter was the only outcome when we got together,,,

Things changed and each one of us took a different path… So many things happened after that in each one’s life, so many people across.. he he he.. its not been very long .. just 4 years but loads of things have changed…

I work in a country very far from my own!!! And today I was feeling so restless… as in from morning I have been thinking to check my mail , letterbox at my work place but work kept me quite busy. In the evening as soon as I finished my work… Rushed to the first floor…(I work on the fourteenth floor) just couldn't wait for the elevator… (oops I have this bad habit…!!! I shall not wait for something that is late even if it is more easy… for others!!! He he he ;))Went to the room where all the letters are kept.. . Now I got myself a little breath of air and slowly and calmly(true!!!) started to search letters one by one…but there weren't anyL

But there was something so compelling and kept telling me that someone close to me is waiting to talk to me and thinking of me so badly… As I was coming home, Faiza , Sukan and Saga’s face kept crossing in my mind…

Came home , knocked the door of the watchman..to ask if there were any letters for me but again he was not there and his son asked me to come again to collect it ,hmmm…then walked upstairs…put my clothes in the washing machine, washed my tiffin box, refreshed myself and called my sis first, This girl has actually broken her leg and arms (ok.. fine not actually broken but got bruises everywhere and also blood clots in her hands and legs and some parts of her body!!! Due to a “small ” accident near Ramanathapuram)God…. Now that reminds me of the day s before I left coimbatore… My sister was driving the bike and I told her,,, this is it.. probably I wouldn’t come back to coimbatore for some years.. probably never again!!! Partially due to the guilt and partially for the cause I took in my life… research!!!

Hey wait wait …. Then my sis did not pick the call, then called Faiz… She was bed ridden for the past three days!!! Due to a viral fever… I just hope she is fine… and she would be fine… Spoke to uncle… He said probably our friendship is quite telepathic! Since this was not the first time,.. I did not freak out at this statement;)Hope you ll be fine soon.. Love you Faiz.. take care…but still my heart was feeling restless…

Then called Sukan.. Sukan is getting engaged… this Sunday he he he.. very happy for you.. the first of the three roses to get married.. She is getting engaged this Sunday… I am very happy for her cos… I love her!!! Anyways… she told me how her life changed cos of her would-be… And she told me she is very happy.. but I just couldn’t speak when she said that she decided to be a home maker… I actually could not digest that she decided to sit at home and cook for her husband and in laws…Fine opinion differs.. but I just wish things remain good and she spends some time for herself…Sukan not to offend you or ur sentiments…Still feeling restless…

Aprum.. I started to write this (he he he type this.. )then came Gnana from work… he knocked the door and I was taken aback when he gave me a letter.. it was actually from ETS… MY GRE SCORE!!! Though it is pretty bad,,, I knowt this is what probably I was waiting for.. at the end poorani is totally in love for herself,, probably she is more selfish than anyone thought!!! Fine anyways,, it is my life.. and I have a reason to live my life… research!!!

LOVE You Amma..

Love you poorani J ummmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa