Thursday, 14 June, 2018

Eid time!!

I think this is the first time I am posting from my cell phone, so please ignore spelling mistakes and font issues.

I am sitting in a greyhound, going to Chicago like every weekend past 2-3 months post wedding. The commute is getting too much now, every weekend up and down, Monday’s are tough, waking up to leave for work after reaching home at midnight and trying to fall sleep for an hour, the whole process takes me up to 2.00 AM almost to fall sleep. The best feeling is to be back and be able to sleep in your usual space. Haha.

Anyways, I shouldn’t be complaining about traveling this time because I am going to Chicago  to celebrate EID! Yayyyyy!! So excited, this is my first eid after marriage and it's going to be great to be around so many people- sisters so many friends, some of which are my friends too now and it's on a gives us enough time to stay back and not leave without finishing the whole biryani. This time Eid is going to be at humaira's house, I wish husband had all the necessary equipments and masala's to be able to host dinner in his apartment..but... Anyways, it's good to not have all that responsibility haha. Specifically coz I am traveling. 

When I was packing for this trip, I made all my attempts to pack light but still I end up having 3 bags hanging on my shoulders. 😓 

I didnt bring my usual cabin bag, but ended up bringing  multiple carry bags. The white cloth shoulder bag, which mum gave was brought into use..haha. Jhola. ( The bags poets or artists carry with their stuff).

One unnecessary thing I had to carry and which adds more weight is my laptop, I thought I would put it in car but figured it was too hot to be left in car over the weekend. I sat in car for sometime to figure, how I can minimize my baggage - I removed the battery from the laptop and my brain worked like an engineer, let's carry the battery and leave the laptop in the car then I was too scared what if something else burst, then I switched to thinking as a normal human being and thought let's just take it in the backpack, it can be atleast used as a pillow. I left the charger in the car, I hope it does not harm..I looked at the label of the charger to see if there were any temperature specs, there weren't
This is what you do when you have too much time to kill and when you are too lazy. 

Coming back to Eid, this is going to be my first eid in Chicago with sibblings and future family members too..haha. Excited about stuffing food on Devon Street, this Chand Raat is going to be fun! 

That's all for now! Eid Mubarak! 🌙✨

Thursday, 24 May, 2018

What I wanted to do, but what I ended up doing?

What I wanted to do, but what I ended up doing?

So, this title has been buzzing in my mind for past 3 days and I take my phone thinking I should write, rant about it but I let it go.

Anyhow, there's been a lot of activity about people protesting immigration reform the whole trump era, and I have been noticing a lot of it because I joined few groups on facebook which work on the social causes. Facebook is good for something at least, this is the #1 resource for me at least to know what organizations exist and what are they working on. I stopped using it years ago, but to know what events are happening in the city and for other groups etc, this is my one stop shop. I wish something better existed.

So, a lot of people have been protesting against what Mr Trump has been doing - new rules for deporting people, banning DACA etc. There have been rallies/ protests to stop this and every time I wanted to join one, I would either not be in town or the protests would be so far, like drive for an hour, which I am too lazy to do.

There's been pilgrimage's, a bunch of people walking holding sign boards, walking for a cause, to make people aware and stand up for a cause (Yes, exactly like how Gandhiji did it to shoo the Britishers). There's been 2 of them so far, both protesting immigration reform and I missed both of them. One was for Ded, from an Albanian family, fighting not to go back, there was a 90 mile march and I wished to join atleast a part of it, it was for 7 days and 1 of the days they were right by my house, in a temple, they stopped for lunch/dinner, I felt so bad when I saw this. I could have atleast met them, showed some support, but did not happen.

The second protest was for Shaheeda, a lady from Pakistan, who has been here for 40 years, raised kids, sent them to school here and worked here as caregiver. She was due to be deported in March this year, but she's seeking sanctuary in a Church and people of city where she lived are supporting her. There was a march for Shaheeda this tuesday, day time, I debated again if I should go, I looked up where the march was taking place, an hour away from where I live, in the capital. I thought I will take a day off from work and stand in support for this aunty, but I just woke up the next day and went to work like everyday.

Sometimes, it makes me think  until when we should just kill our thoughts and desires and just do the same routine which can wait the next day to be done unlike the opportunities to stand up and make our voice count.

If you would like to support Shaheeda, here's the link:

More about her..

I hope and pray she wins this fight.

Tuesday, 6 March, 2018

What happens when you come back from india?

Hello fellow bloggers/ Readers,

It doesn't feel that alien'ish to be writing again. I think it's all about writing when your heart feels like.

So, here I am lying on bed all by myself at home on a cold dull's been a good eight months I did not live alone with no one around and all u can hear now is echos of the wall clock sound, been surrounded by family almost throughout the year and it feels so strange to be back alone single, specially after being married. (Announcing that I am married to the blogger world, doubting if any of the old readers still reading).

So confused what to crib about, about being alone or about not being with family around or about not being in India. I will start with the latter, it's weird how you get used to living in a place, every time I go to India, before I get used to living there it's time to fly back. This year after almost 7.5 years being in US, I got to spend 3 months in India. That's almost not possible to stay that long in your own country for the type of visa rules they have, if you reside in US not having a green card/ citizenship. But, this time because of a family emergency, I preferred staying back and being with family in tough times. Being there and sailing through all that just made me think every moment - ' would they be able to deal with all this if I wasn't there?' Not that I did much, but being there with family and making yourself count made me feel my existence. I kept thinking, if I go back, how can they deal with things like this?

When I was coming back, in the flight on the TV screen I kept going to the flight tracker and check how far I have gone. I kept zooming into India and tried zooming in where it spotted Hyderabad, how much ever I would zoom in, I couldn't see the streets or my house.

One day, I told my dad that I would install a CCTV camera at home in the hall, so that I can see what is going on at home and if papa is eating his food on time and not skipping meals because of some silly argument he'd have with mom.

As I sit in my bedroom or hall and look at things, it reminds me of things scattered's knitting kit, sister's laptop or random sweaters and shawls here and there, seeing all of it, I would complain and gather everything and put it back in place. The empty tables and chairs  look so boring and lifeless now. 

There's a lot I miss and a lot to complain, from having no luxury to keep manju ( maid back home) or our skinny short driver Arif. I am back to having to drive myself to work and clean the dishes that's been lying from the last supper I cooked. That craving of daal and chawal never fades away after you travel and you are back home wanting some comfort food. The responsibility to cook for yourself everyday and eat whatever to survive is no fun, I hardly remember going in kitchen and cooking or doing dishes past 6-8, sis would do it all. I miss the luxury of just going to the kitchen and scoop out food and eat and also complain if bhendi was cooked
or if mom messed up the kadhi. 

All in all, it is going to take me more time than ever to recover from this trip and I am going to miss every moment spent in the past 8 months. I would re- live bits of it by scrolling on to the pictures on my phone and that is all.

Hope it wasn't that sad of a post for you all to read.

Sunday, 21 August, 2016

Random things.

This guy has his travel mode ON. The shades he wore had lense of two colors, one blue the other green. How cool is that? 
I can never have that look on.

So..I am waiting at the airport. Abiding my ritual of pick up/ drop off someone at airport atleast twice a month. I realized no matter what season it is everyone month I go to the airport atleast twice. 

Coming back to the cool guy at airport. I wish to be him atleast on one trip, not having worries to lose passport or get scared about not being picked up by anyone at the airport or losing luggage. 

It's back to school season, lot of kids arriving for school being picked up by fellow school mates. I get to see some crazy tattoos and hair colors with this excuse.

I just figured there's no app for blogger in apple app store.

Sunday, 5 June, 2016

There's something about Rain - II .

When I was about to start this blog I didn't know there was a ' something about Rain ' post already. When I logged in I found that -hey the lst time I wrote was when it was raining. so. there's some connection between rain and me writing for sure. Rain gets me too philosophical to write.

It reminds me of the deck at my home upstairs where we would often hangout, just sit and chat for hours, then there would be a fight for who'll go get water to drink coz we have been there for too long.

I would sneak into the neighbors house who had a big backyard, chickens roaming around..I have not seen people had chickens in there houses after 2005 maybe..but these neighbors had chickens roaming in their backyard back in 2010..I don't know if they still do. Not that it's a bad thing but, hey you have a big back yard then why not have some extra hobbies. I always complained that they should have some vegetation going, but...

It just rained here..all the swoosh foosh sounds of breeze moving the trees which I was enjoying now replaced by the water falling from the roof, which I am not a big fan of. Now there will be traffic jams and a delay when I go get my morning coffee. 

Didn't know I would miss small things like this about home. Anyways, I didn't realize there was no app for blogger on iPhone, which is terrible.Because I had to open my laptop to write this one.

Before I sign off, I am listening to 'Cyrus says' podcast these days, Cyrus has his same old humor style till now. It feels so good to listen him, brings back memories of time when you used to feel cool just by watching 'MTV' haha. There's so much difference in the style of humor of different people, this guy can insult you and make you laugh at the same time but others like 'Tanmay Bhatt' cannot! I never liked that guy and I was never a fan of AIB, I preferred the Viral TVF over AIB all the time.

Well..have to dive into worldly things to keep the day I am going to take an off right now.

(I almost sound like a Radio jockey in this post, I realized. Blogger is that dear to me,I feel like I am talking to another person, it's close to my heart. :D)

Sunday, 31 May, 2015

There's something about Rain.

There's something about rain that reminds me of Bangalore. In India I always loved rains when people would take a break from the day and enjoy a cup of tea and hot pakodas just because it is raining. Papa would walk in his white kurta in muddy water and mom would yell from upstairs -'it's all dirty water, come upstairs,' to which papa would respond like a weather reporter -'poora bhar gaya, tolichowki doob jata.' (it's all filled with water, the city will drown). 

It reminds me of my favorite city in India - Bangalore, where I discovered the love of my sisters life 'Jeeju' who took care of me when I was on a bed rest every Saturday's when sis was gone for work. We sat eating the whole box of rasgullas not leaving any for sis. 

I always had the door of the room open so that I could see what everyone's doing from the vents of the gate. The city is the most clean city in India in general, at least the part of area I lived - Koramangla, so you smell the wet earth every time it rained. 

It's been raining a lot here, President Obama declared 'disaster' as death toll went to 21 in texas because of floods, I was thinking Modi is yet to express his thoughts about the heat waves and death toll in India which is more than a 1000 in just a week. 

That's it for this morning.

Friday, 22 May, 2015

Moms are Moms!

Re post from somewhere else. Because - you always want to go to where you originally belong. Miss Blogging.

Have been sick for more than two weeks now. Have baby sit my neighbors kid who kept playing on the laptop with hi sound. Her mom came back to get her and saw my runny nose and gave this camphor(its a thing used in Hindu ceremonies) also known for purifying air and making breathing easy. That was so sweet of her. :D I crushed this and put it on my bed near the has a mild sent.

Moms are Good! :D