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In the aftermath of my 3 days and 2 nights at Yosemite National Park camping with a group of friends, here are my thoughts
Disclaimer: The content above is meant to be purely for laughs and does not reflect the true emotions of the author in the aftermath of the camping trip
Truth be told, for someone who has never gone to a proper camping trip before, I loved it. Its not that I’m now an outdoor person or that I now want to somehow live in a tent for a large period of time (although if its a scaled up tent with air con then why not!) but more to the point, when the next camping trip opportunity comes up I won’t be quick to dismiss it as I would have before. And therefore from the bottom of my heart, a big shout out of “Thank You” to those that made it all happen. Yeah you know who you are
When you are not walking the city in San Francisco you need a taxi. But then again you, just in the other major cities that have taxies, are bound by The Taxi Law.
There are a few things that you must keep in mind before you read on and I am pretty sure you face this almost regularly.
These two combined, gives you The Taxi Law
The chances of you getting a taxi in your city is indirectly proportional to your desperation (to find a taxi)
I will fight anyone who denies the existence of this law. How else can you explain how this applies to me every single time?
It’s the recession I tell ya! Everyone is cutting budgets left, right and center and besides the loss of jobs, the biggest fallout is the customer experience at the DMV locations. And a DMV office in a big city like SF ain’t different than any other.
During my quest to find a location, I think the government had to shut down all but one location for all of San Fran. I tried to walk into the location and there was a line stretching around the building. Thinking it might be easier to circumvent the line by taking an appointment I tried to make an online appointment and the earliest available was a month and a half away!
With the huge budget problem all states are facing, and the reluctance of the recession to completely go away it might be a while before any improvements can be expected. In the mean time, brace yourselves.
The first day of class is always painful – trying to get out of the ‘vacation mode’ and back to study mode (hey at least I’m trying!), trying to crack the screen where the snooze button appears, long lines at Starbucks waiting to get your caffeine fix before classes being and all of this while trying to be on time. Its even more crazier when you are taking classes within a few days of arriving at a new city, new surroundings and new people and more so if your time is being focused towards putting a roof over your head and not exactly relaxing.
Hult Mod C in San Francisco has now officially started. More about the Hult San Francisco campus is a separate post. The campus is now under the strongholds of construction and in the efforts to ease the pain for the students, management has decided to host a few classes in the meeting room of the nearby Le Meridien hotel. Its a huge room and tables and chairs are lined up. There are pens, pads and even mints set out for those in attendance – good so far.
Now I’m not a picky person in general but one thing that I refuse to accept in this day and age is a slow internet connection. The Le Meridien is a decent spot but then again there is no cell phone reception and the wifi is just ridiculously slow. I spent the whole of 2 hours trying to open up 5 websites repeatedly attacking the refresh and enter buttons and throwing obscenities at the screen. To me, personally, not addressing the consequence of about 70 people accessing the same internet connection is inexcusable – especially when you are out here to get a education and especially when the subject you are taking requires you be connected TO the internets. Granted its only the first day but if i have to sit through one more class without a decent internet connection i’m going to have to talk to a few people.
Well this only being the beginning there is plenty of good and bad in store I’m sure and its just a matter of time before they all present themselves. But in the end of the day 6 weeks is most likely to go by in the blink of an eye. Lets do this!
Well there is still lots more of San Fran to take in. I haven’t even started doing all the touristy things. So there is lots more to write about the place and time rolls by. But based on initial impressions I kinda like this city!
Getting the United States Student Visa, or any other visa for that matter, can be a nerve racking experience. What helps with the preparation though, is a good understanding of the process and learning about other’s experiences. These are my experiences in applying for the US Student Visa in March 2011 from Dubai, United Arab Emirates (I am not a citizen of the country). The process for US Student Visa is fairly consistent across the globe so hopefully this post helps some of you.
I am breaking down the entire process into 3 sections and explain what I did in the process of getting the visa
1. The Pre-Interview Phase:
2. The Interview Phase
On the day of your interview make sure you take all the necessary documents with you
This section will be specific to my experience here in Dubai.
Visa applicants were asked to assemble at the white cabin at one of the Dubai World Trade Center Building. Your interview papers will be verified by the security and you will have to walk through a metal detector and then wanded by another security. Then you will be asked to sit down and wait till your time slot arrives. Once there were about 20 people (I presume were all for our interview time slots) we were led into the World Trade Center building straight into an elevator and taken up to the 20th floor. We waited in a line and our papers were verified one at a time. I was asked to take a photocopy of my I-20 and was asked to go to the next room where they take care of administration services. Once all that was taken care of I was taken back to the old room, my papers re-verified and all my possessions x-rayed. There was a lady in front of me was asked to head to the restroom and wash her hands again as the machine was going bonkers during the scan.
Once all was done, we were asked to walk back the way we came to a security desk, where our contents (that were just x-rayed and everything) were re-examined and once again we were wanded down. Once this was done, we walked through a small corridor, up another elevator and were again X-rayed and wanded and our contents re-examined. And then we were allowed to go into the waiting room, which was just a huge room with consular booths against the wall. We were asked to show our confirmations papers, given a toke number and 10 printed (impressions of all your 10 fingers will be taken by pressing against a green lighted machine). And now you wait until your token number is called out and you approach the window with the visa officer on the other side to answer questions.
These were the questions I was asked:
That’s it and after a wait of slightly over 3 hours the entire interview was done in 3 minutes. They tell you if your visa is approved/rejected/pending further processing on the spot.
3. The Post Interview Phase:
This phase will defer with consulates as I observed. In previous attempts once the interview is over and if your visa is approved, they retain the visa and send you off. The passport with the visa stamped is then mailed/couriered to you. In Dubai, I was asked to take my visa down to the white cabin where it all started albeit in a different section. When I reached the white cabin, I was asked to fill my mailing details out on a sticker and paste in on the back of my passport. I get to keep a stub indicative of my giving them the passport. I was then asked to wait 3 business days and the passport would be delivered to me.
Once all these phases are over, wait for your passport to arrive, make arrangements and off you fly. Good luck with your visa and have a great time, studying in the United States.
Disclaimer: The depiction above is what I personally did when I tried to get my United States Student Visa from Dubai, UAE during March 2011. Visa rules and procedures change often so make sure you check with your school and the local consulate to make sure you are doing everything accurately.
You know what really bothers me? The fact that no one seems to know how the drink ‘Sharjah’ originated. That’s right, for those of you who have no idea, there is a drink named after the place. Its a concoction of groundnuts, banana, frozen milk, sugar all thrown into a blender till it comes out in a sort of thick consistency and boy does it taste awesome. If anyone has any idea how this might have originated, please do drop me a line.

So after sampling everything I craved over the past few years, I did end up meeting/talking to all my old friends, chilling out extensively with a select few and crossing a few things off my bucket list. Thank you, India.
I used to like flying back in the day. I remember as a kid, I used to be thrilled every time I had the opportunity to fly – excited that I would get to meet the pilot, excited to get a glimpse of the cockpit. There used to be this concept called “Kids Club” or something by the airline GulfAir and if you signed up you get to see the cockpit. One day I did manage to get sent all the way up the plane and i momentarily stood at the cockpit door and saw everyone sitting in the cabin, quickly glanced at the console and was out of there. You cant even imagine anything remotely close in a commercial airline these days.
But then things started to change. As a movie enthusiast I watched a good share of movies even the ones involving airplanes (yes I saw ‘Snakes on a Plane’). I’m really not sure if it was the constant barrage of Hollywood heretic propaganda or the insanely tragic events leading from 9/11 or the fact that last year every other day had a tragic story of some airline not having the perfect takeoff/landing but somehow over the years I started to dislike flying. Perhaps it was my insistent need to have my foot planted on the ground, or the ridiculous screening laws or the cramped seats in economy. I might never know.
But then again airline travel is not without its good points. There is still a little enthusiasm at the thought of being in an aircraft powered by powerful engines and lifting off the ground and soaring into the sky – watching the city shrink through the window panes. And if its at night, the lights all lit up and arranged in somewhat haphazard symmetry. Airports are still a collage of people from everywhere you can imagine and from every walk of life; old/young, rich/poor – the airline industry has indeed brought the world together.
Some airports are better than others. I just walked through what appeared to be 100 blocks of Dubai airport to get to my gate. Had I not be slowed down by groups of people hauling way more baggage that regulated, I would’ve made it here in record time. I climbed 2 flights of escalators, descended one, passed through miles of steel and concrete, watched people stock up on confectionery and alcohol from the duty free stores, watched golf carts whisk people away to their gates as quickly as possible (but always being slowed down by the chaotic flow of people), smelt cheese burgers from the airport Burger King joint, passed a 300 square foot plot of man made shrubbery and a small waterfall (clearly a ‘get out of hell’ / ‘go green’ symbol in an attempt to make up for the tons of steel and concrete used to make the structure) and made my way through a long line of people (i never thought my city was this popular with the tourists). So much so that the gate doesn’t have the required number of seats to seat every passenger on the plane.
After being sequentially boarded though, I don’t recall very much besides trying to drown the baby cries. During the 4 hour flight, I pretty much dozed off for about 3 and woke up solely to chow down on the breakfast (and entree of scrambled eggs, with mushrooms and a chicken sausage). Not the best tasting meal I’ve had on an airplane but none the less I thank you airline industry for providing a meal at a time when even going to the bathroom is a priced activity. All in all it was a very pleasant flight (except for this one lady in my row a couple of seats apart who was coughing soo bad I thought she would cough out blood at some point).
I leave you with these 2 very important notes while traveling.
Today’s reading material introduced me to a piece titled ‘Urban Etiquette: Thanks for not sharing’. The article talks about three types of violators to an apparent ‘unspoken urban code’.
Now the Surround-Sounder are a real pain in the behind I’ll give you that but as for the others, where to these people get off? After a crazy day of your boss yelling at you for getting something really inconsequential wrong, maybe I want to let go and listen to my music and nod my head while doing it. And maybe I don’t have my freaking Grammy Award yet but perhaps I would like to sing “Pa pa pa poker face pa pa poker faaace!!’. The last thing we need in these hard times is another wing of the society police trying to dictate how we should all behave according to their uptight ideals. Sure why don’t we all just become like you (the society police), all dressed in boring clothes, stand upright and uptight and extend our pinkies while drinking diet coke (or coke whatever beverage that suits your fancy. Oh wait maybe there is a police for that too).
What was even more fascinating was one of the comments. It complained about how a Starbuck’s barrista didn’t allow her to be angry (by asking her “a pretty girl like you shouldn’t look so angry” – before anyone jumps to point out that the barrista was being sexist allow me to explain that it appears to be a compliment to cheer someone’s day up and nothing more). Seriously, you are going to sit here and complain when a total stranger tries to brighten your day? Wake up people, life is hard enough as it is and the little things are the VERY THINGS that make life bearable (be it jiving to music in public and perhaps a stranger trying to brighten your day etc etc). So get off your high horses and live life a little.
Rule#32: Enjoy the little things!
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