Silver Linings Playbook. Beautiful movie. Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence are the perfect mix–enough to make two mentally unstable people look glamorous. The more I see Jennifer, the more I fall in love with her. Let’s not forget about her fall at the Oscars. After all, how many actresses become so successful in such a short amount of time? Many people dislike her for this ongoing competition with Meryl Streep, but with all due respect to Meryl, I say Jennifer has every right to brag. Maybe she is the next Meryl. To be so charismatic in real life is truly unique in Hollywood, especially around the abundance of Kristen Stewarts. And the movie itself was beautifully made: it shows how two people, regardless of how abnormal, can fall in love….how you have to know a person before you judge them, and in most cases, you can find yourself to be pleasantly surprised. And lastly, that imperfections often make us the strongest of characters. The movie deserved every award it received.
So I ended up missing my Princeton tour due to an extremely delayed flight, and I’m convinced this is fate telling me something. In fact, instead of touring, my parents and I went out for good food, which may or may not be indicative of my future. Edison, New Jersey is the Mecca for Indians, and I’m not quite sure how to explain every bit of this place with the right words. While cities are full of China Towns or Little Italys, Indians rarely have fully Indian neighborhoods. But Edison is India. We first discovered this place through word of mouth and visited during a trip to New York City. Driving onto Oak Tree Road is like escaping into India, into a quaint neighborhood in Delhi or even Calcutta. Brick facade houses are covered with signs of doctors, lawyers, beauticians—all with Indian names. Seldom do you see any other race. In the days when we used to visit India every two years, Edison was a filler, easing the pains of missing home for my parents, and giving me my yearly dosage of mind blowing Indian food. And although we visit the homeland more often, Edison has a familiar, fresh feeling that makes me long for Calcutta. I have memorized the streets and the store names, where the best sweets are sold, where you can find the latest movies. So last night, feeling a bit down from missing Princeton, we took a trip to Edison. And indulged. I am undoubtedly a foodie, but this is mostly genetic. We Mukherjees take pride in our immense love for food, and our appreciation for the finer tastes in life. What started as one or two sweets from a Bengali store turned into sweet shop hopping, and suddenly it felt as if I had magically appeared in Calcutta, with my relatives stuffing food down my throat. After an excess of milky sweets, we made our way to an Indo-Chinese restaurant and attempted to take advantage of whatever appetite we had left. Key word: attempted. Indo-Chinese is the collaboration of Indian spices and Chinese tastes, and is possibly the most wonderful cuisine in the world. While some Chinese people might not find it authentic, those who once migrated to India were the creators. It has fallen into its own category. The food alleviated the pains of college for at least a brief period of time, though I suppose United airlines is the only thing that can be blamed, and partially Mother Nature. Or, you know, fate.
Since I’ve had lots of time on my hands in the past 30 hours or so, I had the great fortune of reading Tina Fey’s autobiography, which I would highly recommend for any woman, aspiring comedian/actor, or depressed person. Although I found Mindy Kaling’s autobiography slightly more relatable (definitely written for teenage girls), Tina’s evoked more laughs than I have in me. At one point, while on the flight to Newark, I started laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes, which obviously attracted many looks. Blame Tina for that one, folks. Having read two autobiographies of celebrities in a matter of a few days has made me realize something important: anyone can make it in the big league. All it takes is passion and perseverence. There will be humiliating, depressing, and downright frustrating moments, but there is nothing like the feeling of success. Mindy started off in New York City after college with zero fame, aspiring to be a comedy writer. And after years of struggle, she slowly started making her way to the high ranks. She and her roommate started their own show, with the help of 99.9% passion and diligence and 0.1% money. Eventually, she became a writer on the Office, and now, she has her own show. This is the definition of success and diligence. In fact, Tina, in my opinion, had a rougher start. She didn’t succeed during any auditions, had a low-rating show, and worked mundane jobs. On SNL, her boss, after years, asked her to act on TV, and she took her passion for improv and turned it into a brilliant impression of Sarah Palin. And she wrote Mean Girls, so she is perfect in my eyes. Daily dosage of TR inspiration (plus that of Mindy and Tina): if you want to pursue something, try and fail and try again, and then try it a different way, and don’t stop until you are satisfied. Also a tip I learned from both Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, the two geniuses of comedy: if someone doesn’t like the way you do something, then keep doing it because who really cares if they don’t like it. Okay so maybe there were some vulgar words in the original quote, but I like preserving my innocence. Two fantastic books to read when you have a few hours to spare
I imagine that most normal human beings have this dream, and I don’t mean to be unoriginal, but I would love to close my eyes and buy a plane ticket to any random place. One of my favorite things to do at airports is to peruse the Departures list and imagine myself in the most exotic place. On this trip, this place seems to be Shanghai, though I can’t say I’m complaining about Aruba. To lie on the beach with no worries and read guilty-pleasure books like The Notebook (I might regret this one later when I start crying in public….I’m trying to deal with my emotional book problems) and eat exotic food and order virgin (of course) Daiquiris—it all sounds like a dream. It’s been a while. My mom’s goal for this trip is to go diving, and mine is to go horseback riding, but I can’t say my body feels the same way. The best part is that I’m done with my homework and I’ve saved my science research for when I get back. It’s as if my shoulders can breathe. I literally have goosebumps thinking of this.
I can’t find any of my trashy books on the plane right now, so I’m listening to the classical station and attempting to guess the name of the piece. I’m actually doing well. Judge me all you want.