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 afternoon..it'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 everywhere..mom'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 months..mom, 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 going..so 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 pillow..it has a mild sent.

Moms are Good! :D

Saturday, 28 March, 2015

It's the Cricket World Cup.

Feels like its been decades since I wrote something. I woke up to watching the video of  thousands of Indians singing the national anthem in the Pak vs Ind world cup match at the opening. It brings you shivers listening to that, I can just imagine what a player goes through with all that pressure and people's hope lying on the team. For a moment I was too excited thinking its the cricket world cup final today, but no! India's not in it. It's time I bring down the decoration in my hall which says 'Chase for the cup begins.'

To be frank I haven't seen a lot of matches this time, but I was closely following it. I haven't been awake at nights, not watched it doesn't  mean I can't whine about India failing its litmus test. I can whine, I have equal rights as Arnab. :P

It's funny how opinions, likes/dislikes change. I was such a huge fan of AG, I use 'was' because I don't follow Times now any more nor do I follow NDTV. 8-9 years back Arnab was that big mouth who wouldn't shy asking bold questions to any neta's or celebrities. He was that guy who spotted politicians playing the blame game, now he's joined the same creed blaming the Indian team for losing the match.

Leaving AG alone coz I don't want to add up to the lot who are yelling at him right now on twitter, facebook, blogs and where not.

I don't have a lot to write as I am becoming boring day by day as one of my friend confessed when I met her after four and a half years. I really want to write but at the same time I don't want to be a depressing blogger missing her family/life back home, I like the blogs I wrote when I was in India, I was a completely different person then.

Ending this with a confused state of mind for who to support in today's finals, when discussed about it with my roommate she yelled at me for supporting Australia as they trashed India out of the world cup. I don't know a lot of players so I don't know why I should support New Zealand.

Sunday, 11 August, 2013

The Eid Effect.


Yesterday after a long time I got the feeling of  'Yay tomorrow's Eid, have to go home early' cos mom was home and its after three years I am with someone from the family to celebrate Eid with and instead of taking an off, I preferred working from home Grr. Every time my other friends at work take a day or two off for Eid but I go to work having nobody around celebrating alone didn't make any sense, all I could do was get ready pray Eid Namaz and go on Skype.

Few friends of mine told me there's Eid mela in the town and I thought it'll be a change for mom if we go to the mela, she has outpaced the 'oh! America' period and is eagerly waiting to go back to her nest, so I thought the mela will be something different and give her the feeling of festival and home.

As I entered I saw a colleague, I later came across him and introduced Mom to him. It's different how you behave with colleagues outside work. I have incidences when I have ignored my best friend of school or college just to avoid them because the latter was much cooler than.... I so badly regret it, I came to know how bad the old best friend would feel being ignored when the same thing happened to me.

Once I was in the office cafeteria for lunch with two friends and I saw a classmate(I wouldn't like to call her a friend after what happened)who came to visit our facility for work. I looked at her once, she kept eating her lunch with her head down, I looked at her the second time she was doing the same, by this time I had already told the other two friends with me that she's my classmate, I couldn't ignore, I just went and said 'Hey Hi, how come you are here?' she was nervous, I have no idea why. I then realized, how it feels after getting ignored. After this, I decided how much ever bad I am dressed or I look, I'll not ignore anyone I know.

Coming back to the Eid Mela, I did not see so many muslims together anywhere except Charminar (in Hyderabad). They were people from India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. The place wasn't very big, so people were literally sitting anywhere and eating, chatting. We first opened my fast and went to the prayer hall to pray, I shouldn't be saying but one thing I don't like about gatherings like this, people don't care if they're in the prayer hall and others are praying, they just start chatting about how they look, what are they wearing and where they got it from. I feel sad how can one not understand to zip up all the conversations and do what they came for. Places like this should be spared, you are hearing this from a person whose name was always on the black board  for talking a lot in the class.

We went into the shopping section, my Mom was very excited to see the Pakistani clothing stores. I told her they get it from India and sell it doubled the amount, she said 'We don't get anything from Pakistan in India specially these designs they're so nice.'

I said, 'Mom this Pakistani fashion won't work in India, these Kurtis are so long and they're almost like Anarkali, so what's the difference?'
She replied 'No, Anarkali is the one with lot of flares evenly, this ones are the same but the flare is uneven in the bottom.'

Where I wanted to get Kulfi and eat Kebab, she wanted to get Kundan Jewellery and Pakistani dresses. I kept taking her back to the food court saying 'I was fasting whole day, I am hungry,' to avoid the unnecessary things she might buy which we'd keep in our cupboards forever.

Over all  it was a good experience, the place was lit brightly, people were in colorful clothes, Wives busy bargaining and husbands carrying the kids and passing their time in the food court. It definitely changed Moms mood and reminded me of all the good food and Eid time at home.

PS I watched Chennai Express on Eid day, it was good..SRK can never stop looking good. :D