Big Red Bikes

Cornell has a program in place that provides bikes for students that they can rent for free! Needless to say there are time constraints and the bikes aren't of the quality you would see on display in any of the showrooms but nevertheless they fulfill the desire to roll down the slopes on wheels without buying them, something of interest for MEng students, especially, whose tenure doesn't give a steady season to extract the worth of such an investment. I came to know during the week that the coming Sunday was going to be the last day to hire the bikes before the chill sets in and closes the shutters till March next year. Setting aside the academic deadlines I propelled this task to the highest priority and within minutes me and my room mates were out the door to beat the winter sun that set at 5 pm (damn the Daylight Saving Time!)

The bikes were available at Uris Library. Just a few days ago I had heard about the A.D. White library that shares its entrance with the Uris Library and is built as a conjoined structure. With the description that was painted I imagined it to be a huge hall with large windows overlooking the entire city from the crest and palatial iron pillars that also served as book racks and were connected by iron pathways. The image magnified multifold in my mind and the thought of scaling it with the size of Uris Library never occurred and I pictured myself as a little dwarf when entering the A.D. White Library. So as we inspected the bikes and made our choice it struck me to steal a quick tour of A.D. White and Pratik offered to be the guide for the moment. We entered the Uris Library and took the turn to get to the main A.D. White hall. It wasn't even near as big as I had imagined but it was a pretty accurate miniature version. There were two big sofas that overlooked the libe slope through large windows that stretched across the walls. The staircase led us to a mezzanine floor that opened up into the iron corridors between the iron pillars. It was pretty amazing how the architect had designed small spaces between the book racks to squeeze in a chair and a table as if the library was reeling under space constraints. We went across the ferrous hallway through a door and into another big room that carried one of those lazy boy sofas with a foot rest, one of the best places I had seen so far to steal a quick nap in the middle of the day. Unfortunately we were hard-pressed on time and so we headed off to the counter to rent three bikes. All set with the cycling gear we warmed up with a couple of rounds in the arts quad and acclimatized ourselves to the braking mechanism that worked by pedaling in reverse. These were not the bikes equipped with a full range gear that could have made cycling up the hill easier than running. But, nevertheless, in our otherwise mundane lives that had been revolving around books and classes they provided an thrilling escape route to a journey we were eagerly awaiting! And so it begins…

Our first stop was Ithaca Falls and I’m going to try my best to put the experience in words. Imagine the state of a student who has had a steady routine of commuting between home and school and slogging with studies for a few months. And now imagine the excitement on their face when they are in an amusement park and about to ride a roller coaster that they have been wanting to for a long time. I guess that is how exhilarated we were when we let ourselves loose down the slope. We were outrageously ecstatic as our bikes accelerated to great speeds, so high that we could feel it going out of control with a slight steer and the brakes released fumes of smoke like a drag on a motorbike. Although that entire leg at the beginning of our expedition was quite short it gave an adrenalin rush that pulled us through the evening with a continued enthusiasm. We made a quick stop at the Ithaca Falls and took a few shots before heading out to the next destination, Boatyard Grill.

I was glad that I brought my complete outer wear - gloves, cap and jacket - as I was able to sustain the cold chill before our bodies warmed up and I lost the leverage. Since we had descended the hills we strode at a leisurely pace on the plains. It was really soothing as we smoothly sailed across the residential streets and before we knew it we had reached the small peninsula of Cayuga Lake where Boatyard Grill was. We took a round around the place and, to our delight, also saw the clock tower from quite a distance which naturally followed with trying to identify the different buildings. It was an amazing feeling of being one with nature as we sat at the tip of the peninsula and gazed through the endless horizon over the lake with a slight breeze flowing across. We had achieved a good feat that day and we decided to savor it with a delectable meal at the restaurant that was going to be one of the most sumptuous meals that I had had in Ithaca.

It was about 7 when we left the place and I again got my leverage back! But not for long. We had a few errands to run near the shopping places before we retraced our steps back overlapping Route 15’s path to a great extent. We had come to SW Shopping quite a few times on the bus but when we took the same route independently on the bikes we cherished the freedom and took short cuts that we didn’t know existed. It was quite fun to have the flexibility to explore different streets without having to travel in an encased box. Ultimately we reached downtown and saw in front of us a daunting uphill task, quite in the literal sense. Although I didn’t have too much faith in myself to pedal all the way up, Pratik and Aarav constantly instilled motivation into me and we let go of the Route 70 that was an easy gateway to the campus. Unfortunately my body gave in as I wasn’t even able to pull myself up half way to our apartment which is less than a tenth of the distance all the way up to Cornell. We then waited for the next bus to show up that marked the end to an amazingly adventurous day.

Say Halloweeeeennn!!

As a kid I had always associated Halloween with something scary. A day when all the spirits resurface to haunt mankind; or a creepy place that lies eerily silent and is overwhelmed by ghostly activity; or the time when children are told to stay at home away from the potential perils that lurk the streets. Stayed at home they did but only for reasons you come to know after you celebrate a certain birthday! But could I be blamed? Staying in a land where celebrations of such style are uncommon, the eerie image of “Halloween” smeared on a wall, supposedly with a dark ooze-like material dripping slowly near the edges could not have conjured any other feeling. Thankfully it all changed when a group of friends transformed that image into the lively and celebrative mood that the day brings. A group of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

I think I first saw the tradition of Halloween in the sixth episode of season eight of FRIENDS and it was exciting to see how invigorating it was. The celebrations depicted in HIMYM garnered more enthusiasm with the “slutty pumpkin”! Ok, I’m exaggerating a bit and I guess video could not take us through the joyous, colorful and party mood that engulfs the atmosphere during Halloween and it was only when I was a part of it this time that I realized its true spirit.

Halloween was on 31^st October, Monday, and I and my housemates had been planning weeks ahead of getting funky costumes and painting the town red! I was trying to make it simple but couldn’t help getting flashes of pictures with people dressed in creative costumes that I had seen in different media. The thoughts really motivated me to celebrate the event sporting a unique costume and I tried to combine cliché ideas into something thoughtful like using face paint to splash a pattern, maybe couple it with a wig or a face mask or just an eye mask and then tailor a set of clothes or get a costume to match the outfit, as it made sense. But since I didn’t want anything fancy the simplest of ideas ran across my mind – buttoning up two shirts together to form a “split” personality, cutting through my jeans and t-shirts to sport a beggar, rolling up a bed sheet or a towel in a creative fashion or simply dressing down to be an aam aadmi. During one of our visits to the Ithaca mall we had come across a store that seemed to be specially catered towards Halloween gear and we always used to sneak a glance from outside thinking to paying a visit nearer the time. But unfortunately academics took precedence and the mid terms squeezed all the leisure time out of our schedule and by the time our routines were restored the costs of the costumes had risen as they do of anything that has demand. So I chucked the idea of straining my pocket for this one time event and decided to sport a self designed costume to dress up.

I had limited network among people whom you would normally find engaging in such revelry and so I was trying to figure out with my batchmates of how we could rock the night. Coming from Bangalore, India, where the night ends before even the clock strikes twelve it was a lively sight to see people thronging the few bars and pubs that resided near the college and in downtown. To name a few, and I can say with much confidence that I would have covered most of the ones frequented by students - college town bagels is an elaborate hang out place primarily to drink beer and eat one of the zillion kind of sandwiches/bagels that you could pick from the graffiti on the wall; Rullof’s – the place where you’d see the densest of crowd with people scrambling over each other and deftly balancing their drinks in a rush to reach their spots; Stella’s – a fine dining restaurant-cum-bar; Pixel – a dance lounge with a couple of games. I avoid this place because of an uncomfortable experience that we had the last time we went; Level B – another dance club in the basement underneath Mehak, the Indian restaurant; Moonshadow – a night club in Commons; Miyake – the Japanese restaurant that holds a firm spot in my mind for being the place where I was introduced to Sake-Bomb. This is pretty much the nightlife around Cornell barring a couple of more pubs and clubs in downtown. My personal favorite is Level B and Moonshadow. Level B seems to be the only decent club in collegetown, and why would it not be for it competes only against Pixel! It plays good music and it caught my attention the first time when it played Mundian tu bachke rahi. Can you imagine? Walking into a dance club miles away from the nearest city in a “country side” and being welcomed by that song? It was a pretty amazing feeling! Moonshadow is a club I explored fairly recently on one of my friend’s birthdays. Here you would find a mix crowd consisting of students as well as people who reside in the vicinity. It has a small stage at the corner that we always end up occupying J and it plays some nice hip hop of the likes of pitbull.

Ok, so it was 28^th October and we had a pumpkin carving contest in our department and we all were encouraged to get on our craziest attire. I hadn’t planned on going but then succumbed to peer pressure and decided to give it a shot. It turned out to be fun and I also got to review my Stochastic paper as the time clashed with the event. I had paired up with my classmate who was the only one to dress up in the most bizarre costume, but truly apt for the festival. If I could put it nicely he had dressed up as a genie in a lamp that grants you three wishes when you rub “the lamp”. It was my first time carving a pumpkin and I should tell you that it is not easy to cut it as precisely as you’d want and what you get can be something totally different than what you think. You first had to chop a portion at the top to empty the contents and the seeds and then begin by sketching the cuts. I realized that carving a pumpkin is an art that is as well achieved by skill as by the carving instruments and to my defense we had half an inch thick knife that severely curtailed me from giving the prize winning appearance to the pumpkin. Although we thought of carving a sad face and had even defined the cuts with a marker, at every stage it turned out to be something different and we reinvented ways to redirect towards the original idea. I was satisfied with my first attempt but it was interesting to see the other ideas that people had come up with – a carving inside the carving, abstract figures, ORIE logo, bear, etc. It was then that we came to know that it was Akanksha’s b’day and we all planned on meeting at Miyake at night to celebrate.

Since we had a whole lot of time to kill I convinced Amar, Roni and Elijah to come to my place and try out the masala chai that I ever readily cherished. We came to my place and I was excited to introduce the Indian beverage to other lands. As the tea boiled and its intoxicating aroma engulfed the air I was anxious to get their reaction. I gave an anticipating look at each of their face and before they could say it I breathed a sigh of little triumph at their eyebrow-nod. Unfortunately it was something really strong, and I acknowledge that I should have put less masala, for Roni and he almost shrieked as if the spices twinged his throat. After relishing the tea at a leisurely pace and munching a few quick bites of choco chip cookies we headed to eat what I would call a supper before rocking the night! We each devoured a slice of pizza and then took the TCAT bus (oh btw, did I mention that buses are free for first year students?) to collegetown where we walked down to Miyake.

Now, let me briefly explain the activity called Sake-Bombing. I believe it has its origins in Japan and is essentially a drinking activity that, with its distinct technique and a unique way, brings a lot of enthusiasm, fun and excitement to the table. It follows a particular sequence where a glass is first filled with beer after which a pair of chopsticks is placed at the top with a shot glass resting between them that contains sake. The Japanese custom entails hollering “Sake… Sake… Sake… BOMB” and ending with continuously thumping the table with fists to topple the shot glass into the beer and then galloping the entire contents as fast. For us, though, our excitement took over and we ended up with a couple of accidents, an exhibit of which can be seen here, and of course we learnt after that.

So we join the gang at Miyake and begin the night with Sake Bombing. I had planned with a bunch of folks to celebrate Halloween the next day and I figured it won’t be a good idea to drink on two consecutive days and so I just enjoyed being part of all the hussle. And I must say that it was fun to see the revelry amongst the vivid and distinct costumes that the crowd was sporting with characters ranging from the predominant cats, wonder men, women and jokers to other animals, zombies, cavemen, etc. It would take away the crux if I leave it unspoken about so I would just slide a non elaborative mention about how the festival was leveraged to sport any costume that one wanted and it could simply camouflage behind the intent of Halloween. That helped people be whoever or whatever they want and hence assume any character in which they can rejoice that led to a sort of united celebrations across the town, something that you would not see on a typical Friday night.

I headed back home when the unanimous opinion decided to hit Level B but I headed back home. Then I just waited for the next night where I would get to unleash my creativity and rock the town! A bunch of my friends had organized a potluck at their place where I didn’t go after which we all gathered at another friend’s place who had got a face paint set. It was cold as hell and unfortunately I couldn’t come up with an idea with which I could fight the frost and still be in the right spirit for the festival so I decided that I would depict this dilemma with a “split face” paint. I didn’t know then but I was going to be taken aback by how daringly people had dressed up as if there was a shield protecting them from the chill. Chaintanya also sported a split face but in a different pattern and he pulled through the idea of buttoning up two shirts to mirror that trait in his clothing. Rohil, very aptly, dressed as a pumpkin head and diligently painted his face to actually support the big pumpkin on his head. And a couple of other folks mixed up the white black and red colors to become the “joker”. We then headed off on the bus to reach level B at about 11:15 pm. They had the Halloween theme party going on with a cover charge and I would say it was definitely worth it. It was after a long time that I let my hair down and was just swinging to the beats without a drink. We all took over the stage at the center and danced over the tunes till about 1:30 after which we headed over to another house party. The other party was something that I hadn’t seen before. It was a big house, supposedly a grad’s, that had a DJ system set up with enormous speakers that rocked the entire place at high bass beats. You had to be in the room that housed the speakers and the lights swinging in the tumult with the reverberations squeezed between the clamor and adding your own contribution to it.

I didn’t stay long and left back home at around 2:30 am. I washed my face and then eased back into the reality to wake up to routine. It was indeed a memorable way to celebrate the first Halloween!

iCon

I bought my first apple product in 2006 during my internship in Toronto. It was a 32 GB iPod. It was more or less an impulse purchase as I was instantly amazed by the feel of the touchpad. Five years later I have purchased the iPhone and it truly is revolutionary.

I was sitting in my computer lab and the TA had just concluded a review of what we had studied in the lecture and how it had to be used to write a program. I was about to begin when one of my batch mates pointed to his screen and said “Did you hear that? Apparently Steve Jobs just passed away” I dispelled his remark assuming it to be headlines in some FakeNews.com to highlight the dismal response that the day before unveiling of iPhone 4S garnered, or so I had thought. To which he remarked “Well, if abcnews.com has published it, I would think it to be true”. I was speechless and shocked. I didn’t know how the death of someone whom I hadn’t met could evoke such strong feelings but I could not help myself mull over the thought. It took some time to digest the news and get back to what mattered at the moment. I had my prelim the very next day and I was finding it hard to get my mind off the incident and concentrate on studying. A series of questions flashed right in front of me. “What a co-incidence, iPhone 4S is launched and this happens the very next day? How is Apple going to uphold its brand? How will its vision stay put?” But it wasn’t those questions that stirred me but the suddenness of the event. I tried to come back to reality by actually chuckling with the thought of him not being able to withstand the thought of not having met market expectations but some how the back of my mind was really heavy with the news.

Why was it so heavy? I hadn’t even met the guy. I was a consumer of just one of his products and did I find it truly amazing. When I came back after my internship the ubiquitous white ear phones dangled from the ears of every other student I passed. Never before had there been a device that let you scroll through your playlists with such ease that you just wanted to keep scrolling. Never had there been a device that had as sleek and stunning a body as the iPod 5G’s all metal solid body. And today what strikes me the most is that every product launch that Apple was going to have in the succeeding years perfectly fit the punch line “Never before had there been…”

It wasn’t until a couple of years after I had graduated that I realized how each of the Apple products focused on just one central characteristic – consumer experience. The way it transformed the entire experience of consuming digital media is something beyond the vision that anybody could have, anybody except Steve Jobs. It is because of his ability to identify a need that even the consumers couldn’t that led to the beginning of a whole new era in consumer electronics. In fact, one cannot even call it a need. Simply put, with the iPod, it was just a mechanism to enrich the experience while going through the mundane process of browsing and listening to music and Jobs took it to a whole new level. It was his creative brilliance that pumped out a product year after year with each one designed way into the future and surpassing the then standards of any existing device. From the classic iPods to iPod nano, shuffle, video and then the quantum leap towards the iPhone and an even higher leap to the iPad, the streak just didn’t seem to end, but it did, or so it seems.

Jobs was a perfectionist. At least as far as the quality of the products he unveiled goes. He had a keen eye for detail and played a key role to develop the immaculate look and feel of each of his products. So strong was his design vision that he not only led Apple to procure a number of design patents but also prominently featured in many of them. A few of them credited to his name that were pivotal for Apple’s success were the lanyard for iPod headsets, the single enclosed design of the iMac, the revolutionary touch-wheel and even as minute aspects as the packaging of each of the devices. The complete process was intended to impart a unique identity to each of the product that was to be revealed as soon as the consumer began to unpack. He had brilliantly developed such a deep understanding of human cognition and the existing technology that he marvelously infused them as if he could foresee the digital future. He left no stone unturned in securing the availability of the best and state-of-the-art technology to test the prototypes and assemble the final device. So dedicated was Job’s approach and so impeccable was his vision that he spent about $150MM on developing the first working prototype of the iPhone. And that is not something hard to believe when you imagine that the entire phone navigation had to be mandated by a single touch. And here is where the design mapped the need, what a person would want to do, to a comprehensive screen with different display sections and an intuitive action to achieve the objective. The interactions were so articulately placed and sequenced that it wasn’t shipped with a manual to understand. So inclusive was the device, so smooth, intuitive, engaging and fast was the navigation and so effortless was its administration that one could not imagine its absence in the first place.

Even after being credited with being a pioneer in unleashing the next era of consumer electronics he was often criticized for exercising extravagant control and for his authoritative management style. And that clearly distinguishes Apple from the rest of the tech firms where freedom of speech and encouragement for creative thinking form the firm’s backbone. Featuring in a number of Apple patents bears testimony to the fact that Jobs was involved at each stage of the product development cycle and his enduring vision laid the foundation for each success. Even after maintaining exclusivity of his products and shielding his technology from the ‘open’ world he leveraged his marketing genius to find a way to inject his innovations into our lives. Erecting the entire foundation on iTunes and then creating a window’s portable version was a master move that quietly brought Apple at the helm of the digital electronics industry. In retrospect it seems trivial but it was nevertheless a brilliantly thought out move that propelled the iPod to one of the most successful products of all times. That provided Apple with a strong and loyal consumer base and, coupled with a multifunctional iTunes platform, a stepping stone to launch the next device. With the iPhone Jobs defined a whole new set of standards of communication, entertainment and lifestyle. He then seamlessly integrated a development platform for the iPhone that worked as a self sustainable unit providing the developers with a huge market to sell their applications and the consumers an array of tools to transform their phones into schedulers, gaming units, browsers or multimedia stations. Although he had an extremely talented team at his disposal, it was his foresight that primarily guided the entire organization. This imparted a secretive nature to all projects with unrelated teams having no clue about the bigger picture, to the extent that even the board was sometimes left in the dark to preserve the information that could compromise the hype for an Apple launch that was unparalleled in the industry and eagerly awaited. It remains a question whether such a model would thrive in Jobs’ absence and how it would affect the functioning of the company that rose through the ashes solely on the back of that model.

Without a doubt Jobs can be credited with pioneering the next generation in electronics. Moore’s law has been at work to crunch down the space that circuits occupy that blessed us with the era of personal computing and further paved way for the development of laptops, net books and then cell phones. But it was Jobs who added an emotional element to these devices, packaged them with an aesthetic appeal and transformed them into devices that worked on intuition. With every product Apple launched it lured the existing and established companies to create clones to cash in on the rewards only to retract back later when they were unable to outpace the spearhead. Even Microsoft made a futile attempt to replicate the success of iPods but it miserably failed in capturing any market share and its hope sank in the ripples that Apple created. “Good artists copy but great artists steal” is a motto that Jobs shamelessly upholds and the evidence of which can also be found in Apple Lisa that incorporated the GUI design that Jobs “stole” from Xerox in 1979 during one of his visits to the company. With the iPod, he was shrewd enough to cunningly steal the throne of music industry from Sony that had set its stronghold with over 200 million units sold of its flagship Walkman players. And then, with the iPhone, he defined a whole new paradigm in the wireless industry. iPhone completely changed the way communications was defined. So high had Jobs set his demands with the wireless service providers over the control of the service, the modifications to incorporate iPhone and the cut from sales that they struggled between choosing their control and the lagging voice service or the lucrative data service. Eventually, after even contemplating becoming a reseller of wholesale minutes, the stage was set. As soon as the revolutionary design was brought into the world it created frenzy and consumers thronged AT&T stores to get their hands on the trend setter. It created a multi billion dollar market and vested the power in the hands of the consumers. It took some time for the entire industry to assess the impact of this launch while AT&T worked to unclog its networks to allow the ever increasing traffic of consumers loyally switching their providers to work on the iPhone. Watching this trend sparked off another frenzy in the wireless industry that led all frontline manufacturers rethink their strategy and respond to the new sensation, touch, with HTC, Samsung and Nokia coming up with their own versions. This area became so hot that even Google dived in with the acquisition Android, an open source mobile OS. It even acquired Motorola for $12bn, $12 BILLION, to safeguard its position and, probably, with the hope to strengthen its development of an integrated device that can match the stature of iPhone. Although iPhone 4S again set records with sales topping ~3 million over the first weekend, it remains to be seen how far Apple can survive in the fierce competition without its visionary.

All said and done, Apple is not going to be the same without Jobs. The world is not going to be the same without Jobs. With his design acumen, his marketing prowess and his foresight he has left an indelible mark that has made the world a better place to live. He has left behind a great legacy not just in the form of Apple but also with his stereotypical design thinking that stresses the importance of customer experience and stretches the boundaries of technology to achieve it. It is the loss of such an attitude, such an innovative and visionary mind, such a pioneer and such an independent thinker that makes me grieve. It’s heartening to see him depart when he seemed, when Apple seems, to be at its peak. No matter how defining the next technology is and how closely it connects with the consumer’s emotions, no one deserves to reveal it to the world, no one can, in the way he did. That image of Jobs in his trademark black turtleneck, Levis 501 denims and sneakers holding the next big thing will forever be engraved in my mind.

R.I.P Steve Jobs.

Powerless...

US is known to be a country that has a 24hr supply of gas, water and electricity but what I missed was the underlying fact that one has to pay for them and, as I came to know, one has to have them on their name first.

10^th August, Wednesday, is the day that marked the beginning of a struggle, a week long struggle. I came back around 4 pm and saw my landlord with some other workers engaged in some sort of repair work. It turns out that our building’s gas was leaking and they had to come to fix it. I walked up to my apartment and saw that there was no electricity and I attributed it to the repair work that they were doing. It was only when the landlord came up to witness some minor fixes that I had asked him to look into that he told me that they hadn’t shut the electricity off. He said that I needed to call up NYSEG and have the electricity put in my name. I had tried doing that a couple of times before and they always used to ask me my 11 digit account number before they could proceed but, coincidentally, when I tried today it got through and they took my request. They said that my electricity would be restored by Thursday… and I thought it wasn’t so bad, just a day more… the 18^th of August! I was spellbound. I asked them to repeat and I had heard it right – 5 business days which meant at most by Thursday, the 18^th of August, because of the damn weekend the 5 business days translated to 7 calendar days! With that they gave me the information that my brakers need to be in the off position without which they would be unable to restore electricity and hence their visit would go in vain.

And thus began my ordeal of dark nights! I, at first, couldn’t imagine how I would pass the day and I thought of taking shelter at some place till the problem got resolved but I then decided to take the situation head-on. It took just about a day for the eatable in the fridge to begin spoiling and it was then that I considered myself fortunate and thanked my Mom for stuffing the readymade food into my bags even when I insisted otherwise. My meal, for the next few days, was to be bread and some warmed up dish! I began waking up in the morning and spending the time reading, something that had got neglected in the past few months and that I enjoyed doing a lot. I went over quite a few prerequisites that were a must for my course and made good use of the morning time. It was on the second day that the dying battery of my phone begged me to nourish it longer and, considering who benefits, I caved in. And so I came back at about 2 am on Thursday when my phone indicated it was completely stuffed!

In a couple of days I had formed a routine until 12^th August when my first roommate came. As soon as he came we ventured out to take a stroll in the Campus and I showed him the Libe Slope and he was instantly awed. The Libe Slope is one of the most peaceful (or the noisiest, depending at the time you go) places on the Campus and the sunset at this place is breathtaking, i.e. if you can see the sun in the Ithaca sky! We then went to the engineering atrium which is a huge hall where you’d find students working over their academic challenges in groups, some sitting in solitude with headphones to break out of the daily routine, a few squatting on a single couch taking a quick nap while others munching a quick bite at Mattin’s. This is the place that has been home to me for the past couple of days and would be so for the coming few days as well. After empowering our devices in the atrium, I can’t recall but I think, we headed over to CTB. I showed him the most happening spot in Collegetown which is further highlighted for it being the first joint one encounters when exiting the university. We fed our stomach there itself since we couldn’t have made much in the dark and upon reaching home we… well, what else, fell asleep!

The next day was going to be a packed day. We had to go get my room mate’s phone and I had to go shop for my suit because we had to wear one during our orientations the coming week. The MEng program in ORIE is one of its kinds that have a week long orientation called MEng Connect that is aimed towards professional development of the candidates, but more on that later. So we went to the commons in the afternoon and looked at different options for him to get a phone. We inquired at the store called Cell Connect that is the place where most of the students buy their first prepaid connections, if not phones, from, primarily because of the low price and a good signal. We then wandered a bit more eyeing for another store that could provide us with competitive prices and at the same time I was looking out for outlets that showcased gentlemen clothing. I came across a store called trade something and it attracted my attention. As soon as I stepped into the store I could see different sections for different kinds of apparels, and that too a huge stock for the size of the store, with people thronging the entire vicinity. It soon became reminiscent of the janpath or linking road with all the stalls aggregated under a single roof. Essentially it was a trading platform where people could sell their apparel at 40% of its resale value. I did find a tie that looked neat but I didn’t have a suit and I didn’t want to start by buying a tie. So I ventured out and bang in front of me was Benjamin Peters, supposedly the only gentleman clothing store in Commons. I went inside and found the prices to be more than my budget and more than what, I guess, I would normally find in India. Nevertheless I strolled through the store and fortunately found a clearance section. Being an average 5”9” and the corresponding waist size, I have never been lucky in a clearance sale but I guess today was different. Today, I was in USA. I was in the land where my built fell below average by a margin, as I just came to know, and today was the day I was going to take the full benefit of it! I found a good deal on a suit and tried it well enough to conclude that it was a good fit. But I still was in a double mind as to whether I should go ahead and look up Walmart since it is known to have cheap options for everything under the sun. At the end of the day, I couldn’t order the suit I saw and had to wait until the next day to purchase it.

But this wasn’t the end of the day. We bought my room mate’s phone and we scurried off to our place as he wasn’t feeling too well. At first it seemed like just a normal cold and weakness but it soon developed into a fever and with no power it was a tough situation. I went to the Wilson Farms, which is one of the very few well equipped grocery stores in the vicinity with others, like Wegman’s, being a few miles out south, and got some fruits. I then managed to ask my fellow building-mates to allow me to use their appliances and edible items to prepare a simple dish that I could then give to my room mate to serve as a supply of essential nutrients.

The next day I went to Benjamin Peters, purchased my suit and left it over for altering. On my way back I bought a bottle of orange juice and picked up some paranthas from another friend’s that we could eat at home. Fortunately, as I reached home, my other room mate also came with his sister and her husband and they had loads of food packed with them to last a couple of days.

I do not remember very distinctly how the rest of the few days went but I received my perfectly fitted suit on Monday. On Tuesday I had my first day of orientation and both Tuesday and Wednesday were going to be really occupied for me and we were going to get power back on Wednesday. My first room mate seemed to be recovering slowly and he seemed to be in good shape by Wednesday. With God’s grace and the promise kept by NYSEG, we were back in power by the time I came back on Wednesday. As a part of the MEng Connect, we were working on a group project and I took leave from my group since I had to check the situation and take action if it wasn’t remedied, but thankfully it was!

Life had actually become a routine during that week and we, at least I, had adjusted to the same. It was because of this sudden change that I could focus on activities I earlier, and for that matter even later, used to ignore. I spent more time reading and talking to people and I realized how computer centric our lives have become. I felt that it wasn’t a bad way to explore, rather go deeper, into other activities by abstaining from the ones that occupy the most of your time!

Down the memory lane... Toronto

Juggling between so many things – pre-requisites, meeting people, last few days for leisure before classes begin, badminton, where the next meal will come from – I tend to procrastinate tasks that have no tangible impact on my life, blogging being one of them. And this reflects on the numerous incomplete blogs I’ve started. But it needs to change this time and I need to finish what I started. It’s like a commitment and I owe it to myself to honor this commitment.

Ok. I’ll cut the chase but yeah… there have been quite a few events that have unfolded since the last time we met like the get together on 27^th Jul where a bunch of us met, my trip to Toronto, the moving into my apartment, the trip to NY and the electricity goof up!

As for our meeting, if I can remember correctly, and in no particular order, there was one girl who is doing Masters in Architecture Design, a guy doing PhD in electrical, a guy who had just completed his MBA from Johnson, a girl who was into her second term in Systems Engineering, another girl who was, I think, taking up an MS in Computer Science, if I remember correctly, and another who was doing a PhD in medical which required her to spend considerable time in the NY medical campus. It was nice to know folks from different fields as niche as they were and to go through their experiences that brought them here. One of them had studied at CMU in Pittsburgh and couldn’t stop comparing it with Ithaca that always inevitably ended up in Cornell lagging behind in the race. The Design major had some unconventional ideas of how to shape her courses in Cornell and the career thereafter. The Systems Engineer was mulling of which courses to take in the fall and was telling me that she was advised not to take any OR courses since they were known to rob you of your leisure time! The electrical PhD guy was fresh out of college and was excited to take on the challenges in the 5-6 year long stay that he has in front of him and the MBA guy was on the opposite end – had had enough life at Cornell with its ups and downs (in terms of temperature as well) and was looking forward to take up a job and start reaping the sown MBA seeds!

Ok. Let’s come to my trip to Toronto. This is something I had been looking forward to. Having worked at Capital One which has an office in Toronto I have quite a few folks who are either working there or were just visiting. There are just a few ways to go to Toronto – book a bus ticket with Greyhound that picks you up from the State Street Terminal and goes via Rochester->Buffalo->Toronto or try looking up for someone who is going that way and open for a ride. I actually found someone, coincidentally the folks I had met the other day and hitched a ride with them till Buffalo from where I had already booked a bus to Toronto. So it helps to meet people! We started off around 3 pm from Ithaca and reached Buffalo bus terminal around 7:15 pm after picking up a friend of theirs from Rochester at about 5:20 pm. I was in time for the 8:10 bus the ticket of which I had purchased but I was hoping to switch to 7:40 if there was space. Upon reaching I found that there were quite a few people for the 8:10 bus and just one for the 7:40 one and that made the chances of my move difficult. Megabus was what I had booked tickets on but the stop was primarily Greyhound and Coach USA’s. We had to wait for a long time before the buses arrived at 9:10 pm, all the while being told of the pathetic New York traffic that caused the delay. The Megabus staff on floor was trying out desperate tricks, actually they were being foolishly comic, to “entertain” the customers that was, frankly, more pestering than fun. Coincidentally both the buses came back to back with the 8:10 one stopping behind, and hence blocking the way of, the 7:40 one which meant that it would, ironically, leave earlier! We hopped on to that bus and, after spending about 30-45 minutes at the border, reached Toronto around midnight. While coming back I realized how lucky I was to have cleared the customs in such a short span of time.

My stay in Toronto was short and awesome. My friend from Capital One lives on the 22^nd (or is it 27^th?) floor and the view is AMAZING! The first day I went down the memory lane at U of T. Although the pita restaurant at College St. and University Ave. was closed, it felt good to be back in time, so to say J We then went to witness the liveliness at Dundas and Yonge and I was amazed to see the same street performers who used to sit there back in 2006. We had food at a Mediterranean place right in front of Eaton Center on Dundas and then we got some beer to drink at my friend’s place. Let me tell you, its an altogether different feeling to sit on the 27^th floor with the cool breeze blowing into your face, the sun setting on the horizon and dozens of ant-sized people buzzing on the ground. All this with a bottle of beer!

Other than that, we hung around a few pubs in the vicinity, met a few folks from my ex-company, went over to a pool party and that was pretty amazing and sat besides the lake, again another kind of relaxation! I was to take my bus back on Sunday but I hadn’t booked my tickets yet and when I inquired about the tickets, guess what, they were $80, CAD 80 which, they told, translated to $100 US. The same ticket when booked online costs $57. With an incentive of meeting another friend who had flown the previous day, I decided to book the ticket online for the next day that I can then have printed at the FedEx next to the Greyhound bus stop. And the decision was well made, that night went pretty well J

The next morning was terrible. With my bus being at 10 AM, I reached the stop at 9:30 only to know that Greyhound has a screwed up online schedule and the next bus would leave only at noon. Although they advised me to check if the 9 AM bus hasn’t still left and, to my utter surprise, there was a big line of about 70-80 folks including the ones for the 8 AM bus. With passengers piling up and no bus in sight the staff were helpless, or so they claimed, even to provide the basic information of when the bus would come saying that they had no means of getting in touch with the driver! Duh!! Somehow, luckily they managed to rake in another bus on way to Binghamton via Syracuse but they had no clue on how I would reach Ithaca! More astonishing and frustrating was the fact that the drivers claimed to have no idea where the bus was going even when they had boarded and began driving!

I had no idea what was in store for me at Syracuse. When I reached I was told that the only bus to Ithaca had left 30 minutes ago and the only way for me to reach Ithaca was to go all the way to Binghamton and then back following which I’d reach Cornell at about 10 pm. I told them that I had signed up for a 10 am to 5 pm ride and Greyhound is bound to uphold that reservation to which he said that the service is on a first-come-first served basis and is not guaranteed. Unaware of that fact I realized how careless and indifferent the staff was to passenger’s schedule. I went over my alternatives and mulled the option of going all the way to Binghamton but I couldn’t wait another 5 hours to reach home. Having thought out my defense I returned for another round of discussion with him and after much deliberation he agreed to refund the money. I felt victorious for a moment but quickly realized that I’ll have to shell out another $30 for a cab ride and demanded that I justly be given the extra amount since there was no reason for abandoning a passenger midway and they owed me a ride to Ithaca by 5 pm. He retributed with the example of the airlines that also operate on a first-cum-first-served principle but he soon fell flat on his words which was apparent from his pale face when I added that they compensate with $600 and provide a day’s stay in a hotel and all that am asking is $30 to cover my cab fare.

It was a sad experience and what made it worse was that the staff couldn’t own up to the situation and could not provide a satisfactory response that could alleviate the passenger’s concerns. I would think thrice before booking Greyhound!!

Apartment hunting: part 2

Since I wasn't still sure of a place I shot a few emails and made a few calls to have a look at more apartments the other day. All three of them were in downtown, one on Prospect st., the other on S. Aurora and the third near the State Theater on W State St. Unfortunately all three were free only during the afternoon, around three, and none were willing to show around after 4:30. So I again set foot in the blazing sun.

It took me about 30 minutes to reach my first destination on Prospect st. Again, the sun was shining brightly and it was hard to look ahead without squinting. As I walked all the way down East Ave and then crossed Collegetown I again came across the digital signboard that read "100 deg F". I made a quick stop at subway, took a bite of sandwich and refreshed myself with some cold water before covering the last few inches. The house that I looked at was pretty spacious and was at a good location with commons just a few blocks away but then again the thought of going to college all the way was dreading, especially after listening to people talking about the horrific winters. Nevertheless, sooner or later, I had to take a place since I had been staying at my friend's place for almost a week and was still living from a suitcase so there was no option but to find the right balance between the cost and comfort from the available options.

I then headed off to the next destination, next to State Theater. Now this was right in the middle of Commons and had quite a bit of life around it. I was impressed with the location and the proximity to everyday needs. But when I went two floors up to have a look at the apartment I was disappointed. Actually, that day there was a smell of something burnt that was lurking in the hallway and the air in the apartment smelled stale. The top floor was really hot and the entire place seemed abandoned and plundered. I guess my opinion would have changed had someone been living there but, with such a spacious but empty apartment, I couldn't conjure a healthy image of living there.

Both these places were about $1750/3BR but the second one included utilities. I was so drained with such a long walk in the heat that I didn't have the energy to go look at the third apartment. I went straight to starbucks and sat for a while with a lemonade before I could cool off. On my way back I got a call from the apartment I was awaiting that there could be a possibility for me to move over since the landlord wasn't showing much interest in the other party. I spoke with the landlord and things seemed to be on track. There were a few issues around payment of security but I could manage all that and, in the end, we decided to sign the lease.

So we decided to meet on Sunday, 24th, to sign the lease. I was still a bit apprehensive because throughout the morning I couldn't get through the landlord to confirm the time but it was all ok when he called back. We decided to meet at about 8 pm in the apartment just so that I could have a look at it again and ensure that things were in order. That day the apartment wasn't as appealing since the tenants had moved quite a bit of their stuff and the ACs were also off. It was then that the landlord told me that the past week has been unusual for Ithaca as it has never gone beyond 90-95 deg F. This was also confirmed by my friend who, I was surprised, hadn't bought an AC even after living here for four years. So I guess this is just a temporary phase and soon its all going to transition to "white"!

We finally signed the lease and I am going to shift into my apartment the coming Monday. Btw, it was a coincidence that I found a college senior on the way and it was a delight to know that he was living in the house right opposite. In fact, in my very own house, the ground floor was occupied by my batch mate which was another surprise. It felt secure to know that there are known people living around and that there would be company.

Now, I'm keeping an eye on mails that advertise "moving sales". I can't wait to get my apartment, and my room, in shape!

Apartment hunting: part 1

I'd open this post with a good news... any guesses? Well, I signed the deal and will be moving into my own apartment on 1st of August :D I left the previous post on just the first day of search and I think I should detail out the events of the week to give you guys a better perspective of how tough (or easy) apartment hunting can be.

So, I opened my bank account and, with all the research and work I had done to find the right bank, I feel I achieved a big feat. I took all the information that my folks back home would need to deposit into my bank account and that includes the SWIFT code that is not normally required in domestic wire transfers. It was an easy process. My parents had some amount transferred and it took a couple of days for it to show up in my account as available balance.

Now let me take you through the ordeal of apartment hunting. Tuesday, 19th July, was pretty hot and especially with the body ache that I was going through it was kind of unbearable. But, it was less unbearable than sitting at home in the heat and so I took off. I don't exactly remember the options I had listed but I had all the contacts of the appropriate houses that were advertised on craigslist and I used to keep refreshing the page every now and then to be the first one to apply to a $400/3BR ad!

Before heading off to the engineering quad where I normally used to sit, I covered ISSO and wrapped up all the formalities that an international student had to undergo. I then went to Gannett and inquired about SHIP since I had purchased student insurance from a private company (ICICI Lombard). They directed me to the SHIP office that's in collegetown, a 5-10 minute walk from Gannett, but in the heat along with cramped legs it seemed much more. I feel that, more than me, it'd have been annoying for others since I couldn't exert much force to ensure a smooth landing on a downward slope and I always ended up stomping my foot that was creating regularly spaced sound beats. At the SHIP office I got the information about filing for an appeal to waive the SHIP. It basically had to cover the six criteria and the form had to be submitted before Sep 7th, I think. During this time I would be required to pay for SHIP which will get refunded if my appeal is accepted.

So ya I then came to the engineering quad and took a comfortable space on one of the tables, shielded from the wrath of the sun. It was over 90 deg. F and cold drinks, ice teas and lemonades were seen in everybody's hands. I then jotted down the contacts of quite a few places and it used to take a long time in getting in touch with the right person, speaking about the apartment and then scheduling a meeting to have a look. I, then, eventually planned on having a look at all the apartments on Thursday. It was kind of difficult to make a choice between the areas because the North Campus is at an equal altitude but farther from the engineering quad than places further down collegetown that were located after a descent but closer. So do I chose more time and less effort or less time and more effort? But I decided to atleast make a note of all the places so I could cover them all at once while I was in the area.

So it was Thursday and I had my first appointment at 5 pm down E State St. It was 105 deg F that day and, I needn't say, it was sweltering hot. As I got out of my place I felt like going back and taking a shower again but I had to muster the strength to brave the heat because it was all for a longer term peace of mind. Although there were people walking the streets that day most of them had umbrellas while others were dodging for shade! Walking down inclines of about 30 deg for hours is sure to burn a ton of calories and that would have been the day for people wanting to do so. I took my first stop at the place down E State St. and had a look at a $1850/3BR apartment. As I had seen from the pictures it seemed to be an excellent place. Neat, clean, well ventilated, aesthetic and modern. But it seemed too far from my department and also more expensive than what I, along with others, had budgeted.

I then went up E State St to have a look at another $1750/3BR that was right next to Commons. I could actually feel my throat drying up and sweat dripping all across my forehead and face and patches of my shirt getting soaked in it. It was really terrible. The first thing that I did as soon as I reached Commons was get an ice cold lemonade. I then crossed the bridge to get to another place. The agent showed me around the apartment that wasn't yet ready. He gave me all the information and I saw how cool the place was and how well equipped the kitchen was the most important deal buster was that it was available only by the end of August.

The third apartment was the one I had associated my hopes with. It was a $1200/3BR with one of the rooms being large enough to accommodate two. Sounded perfect. When I went to have a look, it was pretty cool, as in temperature wise and a great respite from the heat outside. The tenants had maintained it pretty well and it looked really beautiful with small decorative objects showcased throughout the apartment. I would not go into the details but it met our expectations and except for being a bit further down Collegetown, where I would have ideally wanted to reside, suited our needs. I didn't commit then but contemplated the pros and cons of the apartment before contacting back after about an hour. There seemed to have been other people who had shown interest before me and who were given preference so I was still without a place.

Coming back home I discussed the situation with my friend. It was pretty easy for him since he had simply replied to a post in the Cornell community which was looking for two people in a house of six. That made me realize had I been looking for an apartment on my own I would have probably found one by now. There are always people posting for room mates when one of theirs leaves for some reason or the other. And for students who arrive late into the semester, it probably is the best option since most of the reasonable apartments/houses get taken by then.

So, by the end of Thursday I was still in a state of limbo. I wish I had made an offer on the spot. Not that I couldn't look at other houses but the heat and the climb and descent make it exponentially tough.

Apartment and bank account

So the other day was my first at Cornell and it was then that it all dawned upon me. Life that I had left behind for four years came back flashing in my mind bringing with it some fond memories and some scary! I was excited to again begin studying, immersing myself in books, going to practical classes, discussing challenging financial problems and coding complex algorithms, yeah… I still am J But, along with that, I’m also excited to live graduate life, to interact with people from different backgrounds and upbringing, to learn from great intellectuals at Cornell, to explore different fields and to play sports. One and a half years seem awfully small to do all that but I am optimistic. I think everyone is which is what makes it all the more exciting and competitive. Every person, especially those coming for a professional masters degree, are looking to network, to make long lasting and worthy contacts, to build relationships and in that complex process they try to present themselves in the best manner and profile others based on their demeanor.

But let me not get into the psychology of human relationships. That’s an altogether different field and I’m sure there would be a department in Cornell that pertains to that too! So I took a shower and set off from my dorm to do the one thing that’s crucial for peace of mind, looking for a place to live. I hook up on craigslist and create a list of places that fit my budget and are at a comfortable distance from my department and are furnished and include utilities. There are a few trivial items that one needs to be careful about while looking out for apartments in Ithaca, and maybe in other places in US too, which I wasn’t aware about initially, such as:

· Utilities – Includes heat, water, electricity and cooking gas. Heat is a tricky part coz sometimes it just means heating of the water while the apartment heat is electricity driven so if you’re paying for electricity then you better clarify the source of the heat.

· Trash – There’s a big enough responsibility of managing trash here and it doesn’t cost much but still useful to clarify with the owner

· Snow – Come November and its going to be freaking freezing! You’d want your patios and sidewalks free of snow so either you shovel it on your own or hire someone else or the landlord pays for it.

· Cable and Internet – Some places come equipped with such connections and you just need to pay for the plan while in others you need to get a new connection. In some its included in the rent!

· Furniture – Most of the times the “furnished” only means a bed, dresser, desk and chair in each room and a couch and table in the living. Kitchens almost always come equipped with a fridge, stove with oven and a microwave. If you need anything else, you need to check with the landlord.

I then embark on the quest for my apartment but I also had another important agenda which was to open a bank account. I started from the place where I was staying, Thurston avenue in North Campus, and headed north. The GPS in my phone was guiding me well and I could find my way to the place I wanted to reach. The apartment was nice, 3BR and well furnished for $1500 but I wanted to explore further. Generally you’d be able to find good apartments for $500 per person but in peak times this can go to $650-$700. I moved on and I found it a bit hard to feel that I was on top of a hill where Cornell is supposed to be. It wasn’t until I went further along Wyckoff towards the north that it started to slope down which is when I realized the biggest shortfall of google maps, its inability to inform about gradients. Although the GPS conveniently showed a curved path where I had to take a left on Kline Rd it failed to depict the slope of the path and it took some effort to continue along the slope till I finally reached at N. Tioga and E. Lincoln. It was a great relief. Although I managed to descend the road, the entire act was, in effect, the same as crouching and squatting a hundred times and it wasn’t until the next morning that I realized the toll it had taken on my muscles, but more on that later!

So I keep following N. Tioga street all the way to the end to reach a place called The Commons. Bank of America was my final destination for the simple reason that it was one of the biggest bank in the US and it would convenient to transfer money to different locations. Fortunately, along the way, I came across a few apartments and I kept jotting down their information and a majority of them were about $500-550 per person. I was looking mainly at 3BR.

Finally I reached the BoA and had to wait for quite some time before someone attended me. My primary concern was that the account shouldn’t have any monthly fee and should have no minimum balance criteria, much like a student’s account. Along with that I didn’t want the account to have any fee associated with incoming transfers and outgoing as well. Something that I came to know recently was that wire transfers are the ones initiated from a branch with the help of a teller and thus carry a one time charge while online transfers are actually called electronic transfer or bill pay. Having had this clarified I finally opened my account in M&T Bank since it was the only one offering the student accounts (HSBC hadn’t started with the scheme yet and was going to sometime in August). The first accomplishment!

On my way...

The start of this blog has been delayed so I'll take you back in time to where my journey took off from. It was this Sunday that I finally began my journey to Cornell. Till now the feeling of leaving my job and going back to school had not sunk in. Frankly, it didn't then either. But I was happy to let go of the comfortable corporate life to take up what really interested me. I was excited to embark on the next phase of my career that would really be a defining moment. I was going to begin life as a Graduate student in the Engineering department at Cornell where I would major in Financial Engineering.

It has been a long ride preparing for this time and I'm sure that when it begins time is just going to fly off. The day before I had to pack my luggage and arrange it in a manner so that I can sustain with opening just one bag, I had three. During the evening I had gone for a nice walk at Baltimore harbor. It was such a lively atmosphere with throngs of people swarming the entire place having food, singing, dancing, playing music or cheering for the street performers. Although I had thought of staying back at home to plan the coming week, it was a rejuvenating experience to take a stroll in the middle of so much action besides the sea!

Finally the day came and I stuffed all my bags in the car to leave for the bus stop. I was excited and apprehensive. Excited for the day long journey and apprehensive if it'd go as smoothly as planned and unfortunately I saw the first set back, jammed freeways. It was hard to believe so much traffic could exist on a Sunday but thankfully we had some time on my side and with some bypasses and short cuts, we managed to reach DC but the problem didn't end. Half the intersections were blocked due to God knows why and we were trying our best to recall the infinite crossings in the area and then applying different combinations to arrive at the shortest available path to our destination. With a turn every other second the GPS was also finding hard to coordinate and provide directions but finally we managed to reach our stop with a few minutes to spare. It was another task to carry the entire luggage till the boarding point and then stuff it inside the bus with enough room to spare for other's.

And so there was another momentary feeling of victory, when the bus started, to know that nothing could possibly go wrong now, at least nothing that could put me out of schedule to reach Cornell today. As we pulled out of the city and headed towards Baltimore I made a complete use of the time and spoke with my family back home, with my mom, dad, sister, aunts, uncles and friends. Time swept quite fast and it wasn't until a couple of hours into the ride that I realized we have reached almost midway in time but not so in space, there was quite a bit of traffic. I was also looking forward to meet a colleague of mine who had had a 4 month long stint in the Capital One US office and so I had left office before meeting him for the 'last' time. So around 4 pm when I was actually supposed to reach within the next 20 minutes, I did a quick recheck and google maps showed that I was not to be in NJ until the next hour and so I passed the information to him. Finally, after about 45 minutes, as predicted, I reached the greyhound bus terminal at Newark Penn Station in NJ. I was expecting my luggage to have been pushed behind and so I didn't scurry to get off the bus. Fortunately my colleague had found his way to the bus stop and was right behind me when I turned and there I had a big helping hand. I chatted with him for about an hour or so before my college friend came over and hurriedly put my luggage in the car and we zipped off after a quick round of goodbyes. This was to be the final leg of the journey.

I was a bit let down by the fact that I didn't have a camera and so couldn't take pictures but it wouldn't have mattered as I would have come to know in the next few hours, yes, it became quite dark. But, nevertheless the first pictures of approaching Cornell, however bright they were, would be pinned down in my memory. Just as we were on the cusp of reaching Ithaca I could feel the fresh air of the mountains, the energy in the wind and the serenity in the lake! Although I was a bit taken aback when my phone couldn't catch the T Mobil signal but it regained life when we reached Ithaca. My friend drove around Collegetown, the happening place right next to Campus, and the noise and giggles, even at that hour, were high enough to bring back memories of the internship days! All of us were quite tired, especially him since he had been traveling for the past 3 days up and around NYC so we then hit his home. I put all my stuff in the house and we headed for a round of the place where he showed me the malls, my department and the campus in general before we hit the bed.

So this was my first day, actually night, at Cornell.