It's more than a place where you live!

8 years, 6 moves and two temporary moves, makes it 8 years and 8 times I moved my house and myself. Sounds tiring! Moving is no fun and the more I try to avoid it, the more I have to do it..but luckily I have had people to help every time I moved. Friends calling for lunch/dinner and neighbors offering free chai/coffee 24*7. Thanks God for people around me so special!

Friends are friends for everyone. But for me friends are categorized, like friends who are actual friends, friends who you can put your head on shoulder and cry (almost close to 2.5 or 3 now, decreasing as I grow old..), friends who can drop you to airport, friends who can cook for you and friends who can help you move! Haha

As I just finished my move yesterday, I was telling my sister I feel home sick. Sad about not having my own stuff around. All my stuff is in storage, it will be in storage for a month now and I feel so useless and bored. When I was moving, I was happy that I don’t have to cook anymore, no dishes to do and no need to worry about the biggest question in the world - ‘ what do I take for lunch?’ 

There’s a trip waiting for me tomorrow, for Mexico and boy I am sad about not having pots to stir for a month and dishes to do. 

Now that I am writing this, it makes things simple and not weird. I did plan to catch up on all the Netflix on my list and watch all the desi movies which have been pending to watch in my list from almost last year, it goes back to Padmavat, so you know I have a lot of desi movies to watch haha!

Past 4-5 years, I lived in a heavily desi populated community and moving from the area makes me feel weird, the freedom to knock neighbors door and ask for an onion or sugar, you get it nowhere, I felt I wouldn’t do that even if I was in India. But, being in a country, which is not your own, by default desi neighbors become your to - go 24*7 grocery store and cafe where free chai is served anytime of the day.

As each room was getting emptied, I had flashes of memories with my parents sitting in the hall watching tv, sister cooking, brother demanding the food he wanted (as usual) and me just feeling stressed out about being planning things. This apartment was special because my parents spent their 4 months here, my sister lived with me.. my brother visited us every time something good was cooked 😛. In short, I had my family except my sister. It felt like we were at home, it didn't feel any different. It felt good to see papa relax watching Netflix all day. It felt good seeing mom bonding with the neighboring aunty. The only person who kind of suffered was my sister who loves cooking and was responsible to cook. I got away from cooking by cooking few bad dishes. Hahah. 

Moreover, this was the house where I got engaged and married. It will  always remain special, because it was in this house, I and siva exchanged rings. 

With all the furniture gone, I sat down on floor and ate my last meal in the house yesterday, it was so emotional, to be eating alone in a place where we had delicious feasts, parties for friends. It reminded me of all the good food I ate when mom and dad were there. The only bad memory I had was my sister being alone in the house, worried, always crying  when we were all gone to India and when dad was sick.

I felt I got detached from it once I made a trip to India with parents and when I returned there was no one, Parents went back to India, sister found a job and moved to Chicago. So, it always had those good memories and not having them around in the place made the place a little hollow.

All in all, I will miss it, I will miss the swimming pool and Gym view. It always had a lot of people coming and kept me entertained in fall and summer. Also, I will miss the free coffee I use to have every morning  with no guilt in leasing office,. 😛 I literally use to check from my window if the leasing office was open and I can go dunk my cup of coffee.

Anyways, I can't wait to make another place a home with beautiful memories, this time maybe live a little longer and try to break my own record of moving every year.

NIGHTMARE

Dear Readers,


Till I get my own lappy adjust with the flat not so entertaining blogs from me...
Hyd jet airways flight:The flight got twenty five minutes delayed. Papa accompanied me till delhi... got a non reclining seat poor papa..'the jnnurm bus service in hyderabad is ten times better'

Landed at Delhi, seeing it I felt proud, Delhi Airport stands noway in comparision to the Rajeev Gandhi International Airport at Hyd..Didn't see the complete Delhi Airport but with whatever this is my opinion
Saw Mummy Sis Hums crying at the Hyd airport, now it was papa's turn...
with the whole send off experience and till I boarded the DELHI-FRANKFURT flight, I bet any director will buy my script for a sequel of Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham...In other words, I'd have never left India if I knew I'd get so many surprises and haha so many tears, pappis and jhappis.

I was supposed to take the DEL-FRA plane from Terminal-3; yes the newly opened terminal...Now the question was 'Can papa come till Terminal-3?' THE GMR bus would drop me till terminal-3, but only the passengers; meant papa can't accompany me further. There was no such moment I felt this sad, pity...we bribed the driver to let papa in...he didn't accept it..I knew this were the last moments with papa in India..he saw us... Indians...anything big than emotions and Love ..?No!He let papa in to the bus. We were so so happy! Papa kept saying 'I am a brave girl..' All the way in the bus I held papa's and in mine and my my head on his shoulder. Holding his hands I missed someone's touch...Mommy! I missed those cuddly soft hands...I heard something back my mind then..the kuch kuch hota hai's MAA tone(where the girl anjali's got to speak few words on 'Mother' in a competition..) Movies are not drama...they are real, each little thing inspired from real life.
Terminal 3: Papa will have to leave now, He did a bye bye, I warned him not to cry ..so he didn't the time spent in the bus till terminal 3 was enough to ward sorrow off.
He didn't go till I got my luggage checked in...we kept in touch on phone..he stood at the same get where we both got separated from each other...a security guard with a riffle in hand the big glass gate separating a daughter-father...Am I getting dramatic? My masters degree taking me aloof from all my loved ones.
I got my bags checked in I called papa, we waved hands; and when I called papa the next moment..It showed 'Unavailable' Papa's cell phones battery was dead. Mum, Sis and Farin kept bugging me on cell and all my balance ended there with the roaming on.

Immigration check and all formalities done...I went to the washroom..The cleaner lady there greeted everyone..'Namaste..' I talked to her for few minutes and told 'Aap akhri bharatiya naari ho jisse main India mein baat kar rahi hoon...'

Boarded the plane, thankfully I got an aisle seat..I came to know it that time, what an aisle seat means..sis explained me ten times...and when I boarded DEL-FRA and when she asked me 'did u get an aisle seat..?' I asked her what is it? ;P
Papa, Sis and Mummy called again when I was seated in the plane. Papa called from the telephone booths 5-6 times in a duration of half an hour..through Mum I came to know how much he walked for the booths and how a taxi driver gave him his phone.. :((
Nothing much on television I slept..I always fancied about the flights when JK told me about his hectic business schedule ones..Now I know what pain they are!Huh! The train experience and people on train, their spicy chats were much better than the 'mind your own business' passengers in the plane.
FRANKFURT Airport: I wanted to study in Germany, US was never a goal..I was happy that atleast I am getting to visit the country. And now..now! I HATE GERMANY! I hate those dehaati Germans who hardly understand english and shout shout bark at passengers.

Landed at 7:30 there and I was supposed to take the next flight at 8:10, good news was I had to board in from the same terminal but bad news was..my flight was Lufthansa under it written operated by United Airways so the flight number 'd change again and there was no help desk and the people I asked either didn't knew English or were shouting saying- 'I am doing my work here can't you see..' That was so rude. I didn't find that attitude at Indian Airports, infact the Indian crew there gave more importance to the foreigners. That's what you call 'Atithi Devo Bhava'..If any foreigner reading it..it means-'A guest is equal to God'

Incredible India!
With my trolley bag and leather jacket and bagpack I ran through the transits..I was sweating. A-60 was the gate..more big the number...more you have to run to catch the flight. I went to the gate and asked for a boarding pass...with only ten minutes for the plane to take off, the lady there started asking me n- number of questions..nationality..you carrying drugs which was all scary, adding to that the guy at the counter beside gave me the wrong boarding pass. I boarded the plane, asked the air hostess my seat number and seeing the boarding pass she replied 'this is not your boarding pass for this plane..' My face turned multicolored. I showed her my ticket and requested her that I wont get off from this plain what ever happens coz I have the ticket with me...Thankfully nothing more dramatic happened and I got a middle sit this time..in the mid row..which was ugggggh! Seven plus hours there and the next destination will be Chicago.
CHICAGO AIRPORT: Landed at about 10:30. The scenario at the Customs and the security check was like at our raithu bazaar(farmers market), people of different color, creed, country-blacks, whites and the brown dotted pink chicks :p..

+400 people at the customs check...And now starts the drama..Chicago being 'the port of entry'I was supposed to check in my luggage again. I went to the carousel searching for my luggage..and turning the horrible experience into a terrible one.. I found no bags of mine on the carousel. Some man showed me claim bag section, I told him that it was Air India's counter, he told me that missing baggage tracking counter is the same. Like a fool I stood in the queue for half an hour..and when my turn came the lady at the counter pointed her pen and said 'this is for Air India passengers only'.

One hour left to board another plane, luggage missing, no boarding pass in hand...and every gora saying 'I am not the right person you are asking..'
Thirty minutes left for boarding..Sticking to the lady at the baggage claim's words I forgot about the luggage..went to the security check in and the guard there told me that I am not allowed unless I have a boarding pass..Last time I was given the boarding pass at the gate :( I was asked to go to other terminal to get the boarding passes. Staff at the help desk busy with their colas chatting with each other..they told me its a self service at the other counter to get the boarding pass. I was already mad and now was asked to play with the machine. In that state of mind even dialing a phone number seemed as complex as understanding a JAVA program for an electronics student. A Indian crew member saw me struggling and helped me..some relief! I had the boarding pass..now again go back to the same terminal I came from for the security check..Queue again! I requested people and got in front..No time and they ask to remove the shoes too...huh! I was in now, in the safety zone..Find out the gate your plane is at..F-11. Wow!no A,B,C,D,E but EFFFFFF! Ran ran and ran again..I wanted to change my shirt..24+ hours and the same shirt, no brushing the teeth or washing the face. The last run was over and I was at the gate before five minutes....freshed up and the next priority was to call the family..took quarters(25 cents) from the man who was mopping the floor. Unlike India the greedy States Govt doesn't ISD service at the telephone booths..You got to buy an international dialling card to do that. Lootere saale, jahan se kheechni hai kheech lo!
So! This was my first International flights experience -NIGHTMARE!
I pray even the enemies don't experience anything like this..Not even Obama!

For Indians:
Pappis Jhappis
Lots of love
Nameera. ;)

Blog written: On the first night in USA, when I was experiencing Jet lag.

For the sake of.....

Comments on last blog are enough...It's been so long i blogged..and everyone around are bored seeing the same blog on my page(including me)..so a new one!like every time i have nothing to describe,give views on a particular thing.so..this one's gonna be random like my sister does,ranting on and on..on all things she come across whole day :D
Exams!Exams!Exams!They got postponed so many times that if i'd have made an entry on every time it got PP'd my number'd have reached 40+ from 33..no!they started from 16th only...16th to 20 was hectic!very hectic one exam after another..it was like padho!ya maro! and then..5 holidays for next exam another 5(now)for next and..more 13 for the last one!JNTU zindabad!They changed the schedule for CAT aspirants.so..this delay would fetch no good to geniuses like me.
Hmm...I always thought,why's mum like this-gardening,cooking cooking,feeding us every time the same way like we wouldn't get anything to eat afterwards..,Sis joined the same category..Mom always nagged-don't know what she'll do away from home(though it's a different story today that when I praise sis,she says 'I always knew-my sincere beta!") :P..Sis joined the same category.

• Took jeejs to some nursery for buying plants.
• started Knitting.
• She starts cooking quick after she comes from office(I refused to agree,my bro told me so ,when he went at Sis's place to Gurgao!)
• She's fond of money plants.(Mum must have told dhan ayega!)
  
• She've suddenly started liking Govt servants.(here she became wiser i think)

• Feeds hubby like hubby didn't eat since donno how long(Jeeju,nothing towards you ok!)

I've observed only this things..
And..and..and..i already told you that this post'd hold all random things..
Hmm...The scooty(kinetic flyte) sissy sent me,I am unable to drive that!!grrr!!I always said my friends"Huh!Nameera,wont learn driving a scooty or anything,ok?directly four wheeler!"And I also tried learning a car ..then I thought,If i'd start driving on roads,fear of riding a four wheeler would go and then i can learn four wheeler easily.But now! :(
I bought red chappals too,to match it!My tagheuer red frame to matches it.(Yes!I took the frame into my hands and saw the spelling of -tag-heuer!)The same frame is worn by SRK you know...when i told the same thing to Pa,he scolded why do you have to compare yourself with a man dancing on roads!(hawww!!SRK look what papa said).
Spelling mistakes remind me...I forgot the spelling of-receiver,absorption,center and at times while writing I was confused if to use their or there during the paper!I felt so shamefull seeing small Darsheel(taare zameen par fame kid)doing an add of spell a bee! :(
I don't have anything more now...!!
This post was only to save my record of posting things every month,not for all you desperate readers like I said at the top of my blog! :P

Ting Ting!!Attention Please!!!

Ting!!Ting.."Attention please....."(if you didn't get it that was the litany one'd get to hear on Airports,railway stations and I love it).Whose going where?No I am not going anywhere...so is the new blog entry...

JK started for a holiday today, the flight was at 10:15 and from eight till ten,the only lines hammering my ears were these "Ting..ting!ting ting!..attention please!","Namaskaar!"

I bugged my friend the whole day that,even i wanna go on a holiday ..even i wanna go on one!!

It's been so long we've been on a holiday..being to a station was always so much of excitement ..and still is..but now ,no holidays ,no plans,no tours!I was discussing the same with Mom and mum replies"You ppl are grown up now beta.."

I remember,when I was a kid.. I always craved for more relatives only cos we'd get more places to go..and we didn't have many... so.. :( I remember,how our tours were planned all before exams, so that we don't feel that incompleteness,that emptiness among us..Pa,Ma has never let us feel so..there was always a trip ready waiting for us after exams..where my friends would narrate us their Grannys and Mammas fights,we used to tell them about our trips...I remember how I envied them(They envied us too secretly.. :P).I always thought I've been missing so many things...those joint family fights,the big dinning table unlike a 6 chaired one :D
But how things change?I don't feel the same now...I miss those sudden trips planned by Papa..hahha..I can recall..We used to sit watching T.V on a weekend waiting for Pa to come and from somewhere he gets a Sumo saying"Hey!pack your bags..we are going..."
I remember how Pa used to stare at us trying to find out that happiness..that excitement on our faces which normally the other kids wear while traveling..and We use to wear that same normal look..cos tour was no big deal..we used to go after every quarterly,half yearly exams.... And suddenly you grow up..and you have thousand reasons for not going on one..every other day anyone among three of us would have exams,Pa and ma's biggest excuse-Office!!
Things change so rapidly..No things don't change.. With my limited knowledge,it's a human tendency to run after things they don't have..and when they are their..you don't care..and when they are not you cry..the way I did squealing like a mouse ..whole day!!
Why did we grow up?It was so nice when we were kids..every other day Mysore,Ooty,Manali,Bangalore,Goa,Bombay..I miss it all..!!and as far as i remember its been five big years I traveled out of Hyderabad :( ..sacrificing which I got a seat in an Engineering college(which's not even worth all the sacrifice!)and at the end of this year would get my certificate too..



At last..
रात गंवाई सोय के, दिवस गंवाया खाय ।
हीरा जन्म अमोल था, कोड़ी बदले जाय ॥
-Kabir.

Exactly the right conclusion..but what is -कोड़ी बदले जाय ॥ :P
Ok..simple English words..."Live every Moment,not envying others...!!"

Be gregarious or be a waitor! i choose....

Yeah..how can I forget blogging on my cousins visit...?I promised that I'd do a -"xyz cousins,hai!hai!" here..
Not that I don't like them,it's only that they came late..ah..long story..it's only that they came when I didn't want them?;P ah..coz they didn't come when i needed them..neither did I go..so what? huhh!

what i wanna say is-if they didn't need me then..since 20 big years..then why do they want me now?Oh ok..you expect me to cry..rant on this..??forget it..
***khee khee***

The night of my last exam..my mom came elated saying-"..oh they are coming..do you know who all are coming?"
My face changed the color and I asked-"some ones coming..??who all are coming?"
My alien cousin was coming to get coached on how to crack IELTS...and along with her came my aunt..and another aunt and cousins(not alien ones).. :P
And what this all meant was..work!work and work!
I uttered a - "Oh no....!" what? I am not a complete recluse..but Am I supposed to serve the guest,work work..on my first holiday..??After all the hard work..exhaustion of a two week and a half...No!!

And all the cleaning and dusting embarked,at the night itself,in fact the moment she informed us that they'd be arriving,she gave a bunch of instructions..do this..do that..Poor moi!write exams and come do labor! huhh!

I don't know why mom goes a complete crazy,when some ones to come home...Cook cook..cook..
as if they never ate.. And are hungry..since donno..how long decades.. :P
And seeing Ma Pa joins her too..duhh!but I never did..and would neither do..I believe in feed the poor and hungry..rather over stuffing the mighty.

I watched and watched as Ma kept passing me the trays..I am not kanjoosh!!this all was not necessary..right?they would survive with out a sweet dish,every time they sit on the dinning table..? No? :P

And then started the Hyderabad dekho..program..
They said "lets go to the Golconda fort.."
Mom obviously nodded and I intervened "Mom humz aint home yet..you ppl go!!enjoy!!have fun.."(humz=my potter sis)
enjoy!have fun..means I am declaring that ..i don't wanna come.Mum took me aside and said "they don't come regularly..ok?You don't have to act smart..get ready quickly.."
Poor moi..couldn't do any thing..I had to go..
And..I kinda enjoyed it..climbing all the stairs..haww!I burnt few calories at least ;)
What all it was -snaps!snaps! and snaps..

I really get annoyed when I am interrupted,every moment-go get this....pass this..to her..serve her..aur dalo..aur dalo..at the dinning table than eating peacefully,so I preferred being a waiter and did a full time waiter job,as long as they were at my place..

U must be thinking..how anti-social element I am..yes..I am..!I have been like this..since I was born..what can i do?I was born like this..duhh!Not my mistake..

I remember this,funny thing..we went to a fruit juice center,and every one ordered their favorites,me and a few of them ordered mosambi..it was yakkk!!eeks!!(look I don't even have words to describe its yakkiness! :P)I was sweating..and my throat going all dry.. I drank it..zip..zip..all I wanted was some thing to clear my throat and mom and the others were planning to return it..and ask for a new one,in place of that..poor hawker!!they did..and they drank..!huhh!

And after a few days,they went off..and happy ending...what else..and yaa...I lost my money in housie and also lost at cards...looser!

And..look did I do a hai hai here??nahhhh.....no?