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.

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.

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)

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.

Also read: Rain post from the past!

The Day - May 12, 2012.

May 13/ 2013

It's been a year we graduated, life's very different now. While giving me the degree Dr Grace said 'No more late night studies,' he was right. It was end of late night studies, getting off work early to finish the home work, no more skipping meals and living on monster drinks. Sometimes I miss all that, when I see students in the university, I don't go there often but I don't miss any chance to go there. Two days back I attended the graduation ceremony of few friends, no doubt it was super fun, let me correct myself not as fun as my Graduation day was, I know I will never stop comparing and proving my thing the best and yes I don't like it when people compare my things or me to something else.

I was such a jerk to not write a blog on my Graduation, I remember sis and few friends told me to write one, but it took long to get back to blogging, well I at least started writing again, I am glad. When I was asking the tickets from Dorrie, our favorite International Student adviser, I asked her what time do we come in she said 'the same time as you did,' I was dumbstruck -What time did we go? All I remembered was my stomach ache, it hurt so much, no food for 5 hours, not even water. When we came out of the arena, people were congratulating us and I so much wanted to get out of there and calm my stomach.

I remember sis kept telling me 'Its your day, you have to look the best and you have to party hard.' We didn't have anything decided all we knew was our seniors were going to attend the ceremony, none of our parents had come for the ceremony. It was very nice of our seniors to attend and make it memorable, I felt so blessed to have them when I attended my juniors(not really juniors but they graduated after us, so..)Commencement and realized what their presence really meant.

I remember I got up early at six thirty or seven, keeping in mind my hair have to be straight-straight  like a bamboo stick not like noodles or Shahnaaz Hussain( not insulting her, her hair are great but I don't like them cos I got the same kind of hair). I got ready early because I knew I have to go on Skype and see my parents on the big day, I logged in and saw that they're not online, I called them and guess what, my sister told me they cannot come online because the transformer blasted because of the overload the neighbors put as there  was a marriage in the adjacent house. I cursed the neighbor to death, forget about they were celebrating an important function before marriage and its all dark in their house, my parents couldn't see me on the special day nor they would be able to watch the ceremony online was my sorrow. My elder sister came online and she took pictures and sent to the potter sister and also posted on Facebook, she told me that my hair were too dry and need serum, I rushed to Walgreens and got two varieties of  it, just in case if one didn't work.

Our super senior friend picked us in his SUV, we reached the venue and wore the gown, it was a special feeling, I don't think I can ever feel so proud wearing something but this was it. I was worried that my mood might spoil cause along with me were few unwanted faces walking in the ceremony too..but it didn't effect at all. I was saddened by the fact that everyone's parents were watching the live telecast of the ceremony and my parents were in dark..hah..I now remember they were not in dark, they were attending the neighbors function.

I see the pictures at least once a month and when I attended the ceremony last week everything just came out like live, I was seeing myself walking, so happy waving hands at my friends who were cheering us, taking pictures. I was seeing my juniors and I felt that they sad/tensed or nervous, I was waving hands seeing them but they all were just walking, I actually don't know if they were able to see us in so much crowd.

It was an experience I never want to forget except the stomach ache part. I still didn't see my degree with a feeling of achievement, I only saw it when I had to scan and send it to someone, waiting for Mom to see it first and then I can see it, I know she deserves it more than anyone.

Being Intern.

I always defined a blog  as a long 5-6 paragraphs  small story/incident with unnecessary humor to put a little me in it… so, were there no stories to tell past 2 years? Well they were..a  lot … sometimes I very badly wanted to bitch about my roommates…sometimes cry, recall  every small memory from home..sometimes my struggle to get started in the technical world.

16^th August- 2011, I got my first job Offer  letter which I never even read and said –‘Yes I’ll be glad to join.’  I remember how I spent that day looking at toys in the shopping mall, anything good and expensive I’d look at a thought followed in mind-‘no not now, once I get a job I will,’ not that I didn’t have money but for me I wouldn’t buy anything just like that if it’s not essential, but that just applied to me not for my less than a year old niece. 

I have been an Intern for almost an year, now that I have a full time job I realize how good those being intern times were, though I don’t use to be very late at work or really enjoyed the perks of not playing a crucial role in the  team..still I miss that free bird life. I was the second Indian in office, Patel was the account manager who never even cared to interact with me personally, being an Indian which I thought I would..well who cares about  any Indians attention I got everyone’s attention, I was the youngest of all, away from home she miss home bechari they thought. They would get things for me from home to eat to Americanize me. Everytime there was a festival, be it Halloween or Thanks Giving I asked them so many questions and they’d explain me patiently why they celebrate it.  

I remember I use to be the only one eating my lunch alone in the break room with everyone eating at their desk. I think that’s how I made most of my friends they’d come and ask me “what’s this sauce made of?” seeing me eating daal and rice, and I’d briefly explain them that it’s lentil soup made of tomatoes and mixed vegetables ..blah blah..

At first I wondered how freely they talked about their families their ex-wife’s husbands. In a month or two I knew everyone’s story, how many kids they have, their names, what they like eating etc.. each family was a story and I still follow it on facebook. I always found it interesting to interact with people older than my age, may be because of their stories. What story a person of my age can tell you? They went to shop, movie or got drunk(doesn't mean I do all this), in a special case that’d interest me a little –they broke up with their gf/bf.

Everytime a luncheon was hosted at work the best buddies I had tried not using red meat so that I can eat it. I brew my first pot of coffee, ate Chilli, perogies, paczkis  and bagels for the first time there. The big thing, this is when I learned to drive and got my drivers license. 

Few things which I can never forget related to the previous place I worked-the day when I took them to the Indian Buffet for lunch, my boss scooped out rasmalai and thought was something to be eaten with naan(bread). One of them ate a plate full pakodas, the other liked naan so much that she asked me for recipe .

I can never forget how they gave me tips to get out of the room when I was having issues with my roommate, when my car got into an accident.. and how I was warned to drive 10 meters away from the car in my front when it’d snow.

Of all I can never forget those hugs and wishes they gave me on my last day.

Those were the days....

Last days of my college..with the project's deadline on 15th,I've been working day in night out...though I didn't give my heart out in the project like the mini project,the project completion like always is a tedious job,specially when it comes to the documentation...

I know I'll fall asleep if there's no music's on..I avoided too slow music...and in the midst of the playlist comes this song-Maula mere from Anwar..and I stop working and come here and blog....

Recalling my first days in college...October '06
New people, new lecturers and with 7 subjects and 5 labs came lots and lots of assignments..the drawing Lab used to be arduous, a new assignment every week..maths was no less too..

So the time I used to complete these assignments was after ten,plugging in the radio.. people were not much into networking  those days,and something that took a toll in the city was the introduction of  new radio channels...People went crazy..children switching radio as soon as they're back from school(Even I used too), people driving to work,back home..,women cooking and lastly watchmen,  people on their night shifts and students like me..

We had these RJ'S Sameer and Chetan playing songs late night...I don't think I acn ever forget the way they used to say it 'suno sunao life banao...' it used to be fun, assignments on the other hand their P.J'S and music..music........it was this time I was mad,mad..really mad at this song, still I am!!The proof is the blog here...

I remember how I use to be hooked to the radio waiting for the song....my sister and I used to fight for the ear phones so much daily that papa bought us one more...

 Once it was around two at midnight..I completed my studies and wanted to listen to this number and I called the radio station...but the lines were busy..so I couldn't make it tried about fifteen minutes but..bad luck. :(

With the song Sameer and Chetan became favorite too...it was T20 world cup those days and they use to give the cricket updates whole night,poor fellas...every morning we used to discuss them in the bus and I used to sleep in the class,being up in the night late till 1-2:30. :P
I almost had tears on the last day of world cup...for we'd have no Sameer and Chetan whole night again...the demand was so much that they didn't take the show off air, it was only till twelve then...

Madness of Sameer and Chetan increased and we were excited to know how they look like?....The hunt was on..we went to the cafe to check if they had photos on their profiles,but no!
And then...one day my friend comes with a paper bag made out of a magazine...handling it carefully and there there was Chetan!He didn't look that bad..but girls.........!!ugh!
Later we saw Sameer too on Orkut.. heehehe he was a lean guy..
After few days   Sameer left the station...
I think Chetan's still on the job...it's been two years I heard him...

I never thought those days... struggling with the drafter and scales with the silly small machine playing music were actually so good!!
Today when I am  here.. writing this,having the choice to play any song I like any number of times..playing the same song almost the 21st time..  I don't get the same feeling....that happiness,that madness..
Coz there's no Sameer or Chetan, no assignments, no scales and charts,maths assignment and no radio!

Don't know where you both are..Sameer and Chetan,I was a big fan of yours and still I am....

Good old days I miss them...

Where did you go??mm :O

Swapnil always wrote..'imagine you sitting on a camel and writing a blog..'
Kheehee.
He said this when i told him about our trip to..to..to...ah..it was supposed to be Ajmer and Jaisalmer and Gurgaon..but...

22nd Jan-5:30 am:
Me flipping through tickets at the railway station.."Mom the tickets we have are of 23rd and its 22nd today!look"(showing the cell for date).
potter sis-"these are Agra to Ajmer tickets..stupid!"

There's no train for Ajmer directly..so you gotta halt at Agra and then go!Actually!halt at Agra and waste a day and go!
Mom-"Agra ruk hi rahe hai toh dekh lenge na Tajmahal..jab summer mein kahan kuch dekh paye the."

Mom had her plans of feeding all those bhookhe bhaiyye's waiting to lotofy tourists..
coming back to the station..
Train was as scheduled,thank God!
Loser Guy!
Just before the train starts,me and my sis having a conversation on the platform.She was arguing why Mom booked A/C tickets in winter,from somewhere came a man and interrupted-"train delay hoyegi na tab pata chalega.."
Asked our names,had a normal conversation with him..he came to see off his family.we boarded the train.Each taking a different side of door in the train.
My sis said 'that man looks strange!'
(sis waving at him,making a question mark face..)
We changed our positions.
Man gesturing me 'phone number!phone number!'
I said 'no thanks..'to sound as if he's giving me his,not asking mine!Clever no? :P

After a minute I realized he wasn't waving bye to my sis..he was gesturing phone number!!We laughed and laughed and I think this is the last place I am discussing it here..Told this to everyone.
Loser!came to send of his family!huh.wonder how people can be that bad!

Gossiping Aunties!
Everyone in my compartment slept and I wanted a passage seat,I went sat in one in other in the same boogie.
I saw a man running here and there and blabbering-'Ek minute chup ni baithti..bhagvaaan...!!'
I looked around,only to see a couple of aunties gossiping.
Poor man sat opening his lappy with big head phones on!
Aunties were a big time pass,they never stopped..they talked about every lady in their society.I'd have written their names if i had a paper I thought. ;P

Nagpur came and the train was filled with all North Indians. North Indians!North Indians..what can I say..if i start writing it'd take me a blog and I have NI's in my followers list so they'd sue me of joining the creed of Orange parade.


23rd:
Agra!Agra!!
Thanks to Mayawati!She've so properly decorated the nations heritage with open sewage lines welcoming the roads and the streets playing independent homes of pigs,buffaloes,cows and horses.
Heard about Tourist places increasing our economical status,but how?got to see it now!
Hey!!We bought boots from here!(the only thing i bought in the whole trip plus the key chain from delhi :P)
Saw Taj mahal and Agra fort.
Don't ask me about how great it was!I've never liked visiting historical monuments,specially when you are asked to play a guide showing Charminar,Golconda fort every now and then guest comes to your house.
Our train to Ajmer was delayed for eleven hours,due to fog!
Stuffed a note of 500 and the T.T allowed us to travel in other train to Jaipur.

Miss's Cell phone and her poor boy friend!

We sat into the Jaipur train.
A girl in a black Umbrella frock(that Umrao jaan type dresses :P)and Jotis,Robin Sharma's-A monk who sold his Ferrari in hand stepped in..showing it to the adjacent seat fella saying'waise toh main books padhti nahi..yeh kahin dost k yahan padhi thi..so socha abhi continue karloo!'
She sat took her phone and T.T came alloted us our births..we adjusted ourselves,I read for sometime and donno when I slept..during all this the girl kept kept kept talking with her boy friend.
I felt like yelling-"please stop!You are being charged for roaming too!"
Wonder how the man on other side tolerated.Oh..they probably were in love,so where comes tolerance?
Story doesn't end here..Jaipur comes early hours 4:00 hours-our halt.And she again starts on phone!
God!I can never forget her face!
We sat in a local to Ajmer then!The Compartments stinked!Ewww!We all slept.I was woken by 'pardesi pardesi jana nahi.......'Yes!these were people from Kishangadh playing music on loud speakers on their China phones.

24th and 25th:
Ajmer.
All the auto fellas sang the MP Sachin Pilot's song here..'Hyd to Ajmer direct train nahi hain..Sachin Pilot ji kar denge..'
The place was 60% better than Agra.
Mum promised that she'd visit the place,if what she prayed was given(Mannat in simple terms).So she wanted to show here.
Again looting people in the name of maintaining Dargah!Throwing visiting cards with addresses to post money.
I felt bad..seeing the ways people earn.
(I apologize here,if i've hurt someone's sentiments,but that's what I observed.)

26th:
Jaipur!!
Went to Jaipur in a local bus from Ajmer.Sis and Jeejs joined us there,they came in their SUV all the way 250+kms from Gurgaon to Jaipur.
People'd kill me if I say"there was nothing to see in Jaipur..' :P
Pa and Jeejs said so!Lazy people making excuses,willing to stay indoors.
There we went to Choki Dhani a Rajastani village resort.The main thing why people come here is,they are served and served food like Rajas Maharajas(Oh..both means the same :P).
Eh!sad thing 'shudh shakahari'(pure vegetarian).And sad thing again all kinds of Rotis,No rice :(
The south Indian Rice stuffer was bored! :P

27th,28th and 29th:
We headed for Gurgaon......
I never thought a place in India like Gurgaon exists.Till this point of my tour I always felt-ah!!Hyderabad is best!Agra,Ajmer,Jaipur are like Villages.I was taken aback here!
Seeing the roads,the buildings I thought...mm..I live in a village?

The feeling has to be a special one,when you visit your married sis's home for the first time.Indeed,it was!
Jeej's introduced every little thing.
We kept seeing things and he kept saying'poocho poocho,aur q'ns poocho!'
From a pen to a book,every photo!He answered all the jasoos questions of his saalis.Home meant food!food and food and that's what we did ate!ate and ate!We were here to see Delhi too though.
We only had India gate and delhi heart in our share with the little time left.


The trip more than seeing places was observing people. only thing I enjoyed was different people...and Sis's place obviously!

P.s:
Sorry all you readers kept you waiting..Lopa,Tangy and all others who didn't make an effort to comment-'missing you.':P
Love you all...
Nameera.

Not a penny less,not a penny more!!

The moment I came to know this I logged in for a new entry...what could it be??heehee..!!Exam's postponed,the one tomorrow..sigh of relief..but getting in sync again with the exam atmosphere after 2 days would be again a head ache!What I say,when it comes to exams is "its a passing phase and let it go as soon as possible,regardless of what performance you deliver." :P

I've many times made an entry on exams postponed!!yipppeee!!buut its not the same today,come on now how many times do you expect me to blabber on the same thing?So..I wanna tell you something that happened today.


*********People reading this blog might be earning in 6 digits but they'd definitely know the value of a stiff 10 and a five coin lying in the corner their pocket..***************


Exam time,2 exams a day-4 in two and the remaining two alternate days..so I would have sat preparing for the test tomorrow instead here...ah..coming on today,past two days have been very hectic,it felt as if I was born just to study..nah!nah!I am not that studious,I felt that only coz we had two exams a day..Ok!I think you are convinced now how tired I was past two days..so I'd tell you about today...actually nothing for which you'd say-hawww!awww!!happened.

We were returning from college to home,I travell by RTC (the local bus service in the state)..I was happy that unlike yesterday,we got the bus early and I'd reach home early by 5,but what I'd do before 7(I start studying at 7)..sitting idle,my mind would run in this that corners,distracting me from studies..."No!you wouldn't reach early by 5,"said my bag which fell down the bus(i kept it on the engine..remember..exams,books..so,it was heavy to carry on my shoulder..so kept it on the engine).Their was a steep turning,and it fell down..the dog!buswalla stopped after shouting stop!stop!..Loser he said"bag gira toh main kya karoon?"My friend ran down to take the bag,I ran after her..the bus moved away leaving us behind :( Meanwhile,two three bikers stopped and took my bag..Now what? We are left with no bus and the next stop is more than a 1.5 kms away and no bus would stop in the middle for us,adding more to that I had great 15 large bucks in my bag and the friend of mine left her bag in the bus.The route by which we travel is a highway kinds..big road,fast moving vehicles..The other side of the road was under construction...so we chose that path to walk,greater than 1.5 kms stretch!!!!We could see the church's cross mark far their at the next stop...I thought if we'd get water here somewhere...and I saw a boy carrying a bottle,uhhhh..their was a water tanker waiting at a distance!I said"paani peene ka mazaa aur ayega,if we run and go..lets run,"we ran and for the first time,I drank water from a water tanker...heehee I suddenly remember my mom saying.."eeks donno,how old the water in the tanker may be,with what all insect their in!" and the next moment i spitted out the water :P


Walking,walking...I saw a juice stand..we thought,we'd buy only one..I asked him and he said-"mosambi,15 rs!"...with a wide mouth we said "kya?"and moved on...oh...i never felt so poor,we realized what a glass of mosambi juice means,we'd just gulp it not even looking into the glass..and today,we didn't even get the glass to see!!Every pillion rider stared at us,as if we came from some other planet!
Finally,the bus stop came and we stood their..hiring an auto was no option in that area and going by a private bus meant more money..so again waiting for the local buses was the only option,the tickets would cost us 10 bucks till home and remaining five...hahhh!!remaining 5,their comes a jaam wala on the other side of the road,we crossed the road and bargained their too..we chose two guavas he said one for 2 rs,the other for 3,we told the guy that,no bhaiyya,we don't have money..and the poor fella gave us two in 4 rupees!!yipppeee!!!!
The guava was almost completed and the bus came..I can never forget that sight..we standing,guavas in hand in front of a mandir(mandir and church opposite to each other)Kali mandir it was...all the ghantas and bhajans going...people looking at us like weirdos !!Heehee!!

The whole movie took place for 2 hours and I was home by 6:15 like yesterday again,giving no chance to my mind to deviate! :P


Lesson learnt:will never keep my bag on the engine... :P

Tomorrow!!Paper boats??

Rain Rain go away come again another day,
Not so little Nameera wanna celebrate her Birthday.. :P

Thanks!Thanks its a good one I know..

Gosh!!I remember When our Chief Minister passed away,last month,everyone cried saying.."now no rains..he was our good luck charm .."
The day he passed away they said"the sky is crying.."(Ok..I've got nothing to ठेस पोह्चाओ anyones sentiments with this..)
How they cursed Chandra Babu Naidu,coz it didn't rain during his tenure..
Oh..birthday blogs got nothing to do with deaths..oh..oh..ok!!

So..water on tomorrows birthday plans has already been poured..as its heavily raining here..whole A.P is flooded and my parents feel that i'll get drowned if i go out to celebrate..so..staying back at home and making happy birthday boats and floating it in the water outside the gate would be the scene tomorrow..heehee..you think I am gonna do that??dont worry..I'll let you know how it went,for now will take you to my last birthday come....

As it clicked 12..not so welcomed school friend of mine sms'd me,called me too but I didn't take her call..I know I know I am bad..(but why I am bad..will let you know in my friends blog..which will come soon when i don't get anything to blabber).Messages poured and poured,this was my first birthday with my own cell..so the experience was a very new one..
The biggest surprise was the innumerous graphics ppl pasted in my scrap book,Orkutians never stay behind wishing one on a birthday..so..I was quite happy to see so many birthday scraps in my Scrap book.
Birthday plan was nothing in particular,i just wanted to spend time with loved ones so..I and my sister went to pick two of my very best friends ..where I was pampered,gifted and all the special treatment..photos and all..and then we went to a mall..a very Hi Fi one,here you can only lotofy your parents,spending your own money,no ways!so..I remember I liked a silly bracelet of Rs 200,I just wanted to buy it,so I said my sister"I'll pay for it now,but I want it as a gift from you,you'll pay me back home no?"She very sincerely nodded and hey she still didn't pay me,thats what you called self gifting!! :D

Then we lunched in a vegeterian restaurant,we were quite hungry so we thought pizza and all wont do..so..full time meals you see .. :P..no not thali..we had aa...some Pulao and ice cream was awesome..mmmm!!
There had been many birthdays but I was never showered with so many calls and messages so..this birthday in a way was a very special one!
Then we returned home and Pa said "we are going out for dinner.."And I don't remember whose flop idea that was--eating authentic Rayalseema food!God,we tried four dishes and every time it was the same..each dish tasted as if they grounded all the chillies Rayalseema had and poured into the chicken!It was horrible!!The restaurant was called"Rayalseema Rochulu.."heehee..

There was no cake only!I am not that crazy about cakes,but birthday cake is a birthday cake,..no?
Coming to this year,I thought I'd celebrate four days..starting from thursday..but on thursday when I reached home I saw my sister lying on bed sick,so i did laundry(Bai washes no clothes, 1100 just for the other house hold chores).Friday I thought come on!even you might get a wake up call watching this..Go,watch it..I saw wake up sid,with my college friends..same old concept there was nothing which could inspire me to wake up..Saturday,today..its raining heavilyy..and I am here blogging!!

And tomorrow..Paper boats may be... :D

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...!!"

I wont let that Pup in!

My mom and my bro loves dogs..not only dogs they love all the animals on earth!!


One of my college freind has got a puppy..uh..healthy puppy family infact,I told the same to mum..and what it was my mum requesting me to get one from her!I ignored her saying ok..ok!!

A day back,my brother reads an sms-"do you really want the pup?"
and he started jumping-"mummy she's giving us a puppy..mum tell her to bring it home..plzz plzz.."
It's exam time and he wants a pup!No my bros exams are over and he's chilling daily in hot sun,with his stupid friends..(stupid coz they saw"straight" movie in Imax,wasting 150 on a dumb movie is really stupid!isn't it?)..Hmm..my exams are on the way..from 21st :( and how can he expect me to bring home a new creature!I remember last sem,they bought a mosquito swatter and I was so eager to play with it,I touched it only after my exams :D
Don't laugh,that's called dedication! ;)

coming to pets..I've really had a bad time with them..actually it was only once,and since then I've never let dogs near me...

Once upon a time,when i was 10 :D
from some where,came a dog,which quite looked like a puppy..
the dog became a part of the family in a very few days..
it was this time,peak summer..summer holidays,sunny morning,my sister and I of going out for a walk..so did we and came along the dog...


The doggy's chain was in my controll,it suddenly started barking..I tried calming it..the chain went off my hand..I moved away from it,trying to reach my sister...and it went berserk!!
what flashed my mind was,my mum saying"u'll have to take 14 injections,if it bites u!!"


I ran ran ran....leaving my chappals..on the road,not caring if people are seeing me..9other wise I am always very conscious :D)
ran ....till I reached my home..
My sister came..with the dog,laughing her heart out!!
I was the joke of the day!!

And since then...i never tried befriending dogs..
I run in to the room and jump over the bed,every time I visit my aunt's place,coz theirs a small dragon their in a disguise of pup,they call her julie!

I hate animals,be it dogs,chickens,or fishes...
Yes,we had them all..
a dog!
chickens-a complete family of may be 22 chiks,whom we named after a daily soaps characters ,"kasautiii zindagii kii.."remember?
And then,my sis bought fishes once..which are no more ..
chiks and fishes had no malice towards me..
but dog!!!eeeeeeee!!

so...Mum and bro,forget about the pup..you won't get it!!