Afternoon Siesta

A long forgotten activity or rather lack of activity….but here in India it’s widely prevalent....

No, I am still not able to get myself to do it even if I have an entire day to myself, the neurons in my brain you see, keep looking for things to do..nonchalantly blame it on the Chyawanprash I started taking daily in the mornings!

Pa-in-law was confiding into a friend of his the other day that since munchkin’s arrival he just cannot get to his routine of Pranayam and Kapaal Bhati! My brain says to someone in the nook of its den: Aha! The wonders of munchkin in play again! Pa-in-law in the cool pleasantness of Bangalore mornings melts away while munchkin picks up his gaze through his fluttering long lashes to look at him as if he means the world to him and at times as someone who can get the world to him…..khair aage badte hue….

So in the afternoons, I get a little restless because of the quiescence around me, I whistle a thank god and uh oh at the same time because munchkin like me does not like to nap too often…he believes in doing a home run after dark. But you see the good thing about India: outside help is a little more affordable than Amreeka. So I am looking to hire some help so that I use the 2 times repeat of 12 dongs more effectively and without diversion….searching now!

Baki sab badiya as we say here…last evening ordered Pasta Primavera and some antipasti from a recommendation in Zomato : 729 Rupees : not bad is all I can say for now, but it got my taste buds and my sense of adventure excited! Loving this “getting to know you” phase: isn’t it always the best part in any relationship?

From there to here....

OK peeps…resurfacing now …from INDIA!! Ooo YEA!

Alrity now..for the hubby and me this year has been extra eventful…so keeping up the spirit of the unpredictability….2011 had to top off itself with a giant leap to Incredible India!

Just 4 weeks ago this whole idea which was in back burner started taking prominence and the idea of making hay when the sun of “eventfulness” shines on us got into effect. Booked tickets for munchkin and myself to Bangalore, better known as the silicon valley of India! Needless to say I was a little nervous, a little excited and a little overwhelmed all at the same time. Oh yes, in case haven’t mentioned it already I have nothing to do with IT. I am an architect (the building construction wala types). Why then Bangalore is something that will get clearer to my dear peeps as the blog progresses!

Being away from my own home country for almost 10 long years...with intermittent visits only thrice, none of which were for more than 4 weeks at a time…makes me wonder the meaning of the term “home country”. In my mind I feel and think, I was never away from it, but then is it just a belief that I have been nurturing? India is a part of me but will it make me a part of itself? Ah…all the answers will unfold soon in the weeks to follow.

December 5th 2011: the day marks itself as an adieu to the gorgeous New York City and “take care until next time” to hubby: the rock in my life. The flight was much smoother than I thought it would be: no, not because I have a phobia of flying but with a munchkin like mine, well I am just glad that my neighbors in the flight could sleep , watch movies or do whatever they wanted to their heart’s content. On a special note I would like to express my gratitude to the crew of Jet Airways for extending and lending their hand in helping my 11.5 month old be as comfortable as humanely possible on the flights (EWR-BRU-BOM-BLR)…and of course my munchkin’s charm was put to an appropriate use. Mommy darling welcomed a dozing munchkin and me literally with open arms at the BOM airport. Wow! I am home :-)

The new BOM airport is coming up surely and I overheard airlines crews talk proudly of MIAL. Well well…yours truly was also a part of the design team: ahem!

One thing that I noticed and had trouble with at BOM and BLR airports is lack of luggage carts or porters to help the disabled at the drop off point of the shuttle running between aircrafts to the terminal. Yes, at both the airports there was no jetway to the terminal, instead ramp stairs take you down and then you board a shuttle which takes you to the terminal. It required considerable effort to carry a sleeping baby, two carry-on of 7 kg each and a laptop bag to the carts. Oh yes, and for some weird reason the stroller which was gate checked is delivered at the baggage claim!?

The family at BLR is enthusiastic and exuberant at 4 am to welcome us …Wow! I am in my home :-)

To all this welcoming and all munchkin goes wide awake and starts singing in his language (psst: I think it’s the national anthem) …..

Next few days are spent in getting some mundane things taken care of: bank account, cell phone et al. Also, Munchkin celebrates his first birthday and we celebrate our 5th anniversary…aha life’s uniqueness.

In my first week my sensory radars are sleep deprived, jet-lagged and tired. But the initial glimpses are quite interesting.

Most of the household here have green sustainable practices without making an effort or a cry about it. Starting with kitchen: I notice that the fresh produce here is almost half; sometimes one-third the size of fresh produce in USA. Hopefully these here have lesser chemicals. Most Indians buy seasonal produce and therefore it tastes better. The second thing that was missing was kitchen “paper” towels, our home has 2-3 kind of wash-cloths, each for a specific purpose. Water is solar heated and all the rooms specifically the kitchen and bathrooms have ventilation. Hmm….my carbon footprint here seems like will be smaller than the one back in USA…well we will find out.

The new guy in town who makes me go delirious & ecstatic

So people, on December 10th 2006, I exchanged vows to be together with "him" forever and exactly 4 years after that exchange, the stork dropped "him" as a testimony to our patience and perseverance to be together through thick and thin. Yes, the second "him": Ved Varma is dearer to me than myself....my munchkin, my love, my inspiration and definetly a redefinition of my life: the meaning and worth of it :-)

Voice of passion & love

Before I die, I vow here to have tried all to conclude my own :-)
Hmmph….my two cents if at all it’s of any worth …
In certain things, I am a purist to the core and chocolate is one of the few things which remain unparalleled.
Maybe that’s why, cocoa that lose their flavor in transition to being commercially available puts me off! I believe that, if you don’t appreciate the “cocoaness” of the chocolate then puhleez..it’s not for you. True to the humankind’s nature: to twist, knot, break or do whatever it takes to get a thing working for us…..well for me cocoa loses itself when its overtly flavored! It is very strong in itself and you cannot, just cannot justify its “cocoaness” if you put other equally strong flavored ingredient. Just like Lindt’s Chilli chocolate(yikes!)
But using cocoa to flavor other culinary experiments will be most welcome by a connoisseur of chocolate like me! Aha..all for the love for chocolates

hmm...talk about bottomless pits?

Switch on your telly and there is one of a kind news flashing...every other day Dow reaches a new record low! People losing jobs are at an all time high since the Great Depression!

Oooh ...lala...Every one alive here is anxious to knowa" Where is the END?"

To be OR Yet to be!

6 years since the invented wings took me off from my Janambhoomi......6 years and counting since I set my tiny feet on this Karambhoomi.

Living in this part of the country makes you miss home even more. Its like sailing in the ocean with no supplies ....."water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink" (sigh).

Diwali passed without the smell of firecrackers, Muharram without the hoopla around processions and Holi without getting crazy with colors. Non-existent monsoon, non-existent all year round middle of week festivals and weddings, non-existent two-wheelers, non-existent awesome rail network, non-existent series of complaints with anything and everything....OMG! the list seems endless!
A trip for simple known pleasures of life for 2 weeks: 1300$ + variables
Planning for it (social + professional) : countless hours + excitement
Thought left after the trip: Which life is worth what?

this left me humming one of the songs from a movie which was an early bloomer for the contemporary time then ...........enjoy!

A Gin and Tonic Pls!!

Happy Holidays to All :-)

midweek holy day of Wednesday....Holiday Party....your stiff upper lipped boss loosening up into a mindless chatter, the professional colleague passes silly smiles genuinely to you.....

skewered chicken and shrimps being passed around in dimmed lit space....

glasses tinkering with ice and mmm......whtever you desire!

Windorphins

In the subway I keep coming across this commericial for “windorphins”…..thats how Friday afternoons make me feel. Weekend in its way in, anticipation in joy for the next two days of afternoon siesta…..do I hear a chuckle(?) its hard to leave the Indian out eh? Mr. Gold and Mr. Mooney’s entertaining and unpredictable life style and decorum…..a couple of synaptic power surges, and the weekend is totaled…..only if we cud get some money out of it. Sigh……………!! Later......

Sisterhood of the "blah-blah" lunches

Now that I have started getting comfortable at my new work place and especially the surroundings….observation and absorption radar is beginning to warm up!

Murky afternoon…Myriad minds…..

One such day was the Friday afternoon lunch with Ms. Muddy Gal, Ms. Cotton, Ms. Swan and Ms. Horns.

Five women with different background, different lifestyles, different aspirations and of course different food habits are brought together at a common playground called architecture. We parked ourselves at an alley turned plaza behind a building which is home to the bulls and bears of the city. Looking at the streets flanked on either side of the plaza…..I notice myself not observing anymore…..magic of mind’s Voidini is it?

Highlights of the luncheon:
Spoke on maximizing benefits from the benefit plans our company provides.
Ms. Horns and Ms. Cotton excitedly spoke about the benefits of investing in 401K plan. Ms. Swan and I expressed a gleeful surprise.
Ms. Swan told about her higher end house rent in Manhattan for which my jaw is still dropped down.
Ms. Muddy Gal spoke about a mind-blowing hot European girl at work.
I got eewwed by Ms. Cotton and Ms. Swan at something I said; guess I am hanging out too much with guys.
Ms. Cotton mentioned about socializing with her and mine significant others on weekends.
Ms. Horns spoke to me fondly about a phone call with her mom.

Algebra!!

Basic Rule : positive x positive= +ve
>-ve x <+ve= -ve
<-ve x >+ve= +ve

Lesson learned: Keep negating ur sorrows, fears and and everything that gives u negative energy.

Man ke Manjeere( Cymbals of mind)

Few days ago a noted writer and a poetess Amrita Pritam passed away. I didnot get a chance to read any of her books, but a movie named "Pinjar". I was reading about her work and few of her poems and they gave words to my thoughts in this blog. Its sad yet true that gender-discrimination still exists.
My acquaintances dismiss me sometimes as another modern feminist from the third world! There those last 6 words said it all. I deny and call myself to be aware of the facts around me and I just happen to openly disregard the social and gender norms cast on women of India.

The song "Man ke Manjeere" by Shubha Mudgal....is of a woman who is rejoicing at her new found freedom. Its a liberation from the so called norms of the society....The words "Saathi hoon apni main and Mujhko aane laga hai, khud pe hi aaitwaar."

Permanent link of the story : The story of the music video was inspired greatly by the life of a young Muslim woman named Shameem Pathan. Shameem is from the area of Juhapura and is a proud role model for women. The only daughter among seven sons, Shameem was born into a well-to-do-family. She fell in love, and much against the wishes of the family, married the man of her choice. That she had made the wrong choice soon became apparent. Her husband expected her family to support them and refused to work. When her son was three and a half years old, Shameem finally decided to fend for herself. She went through a series of businesses, milk vending, kite-making and doing any job available to make ends meet. Finally, she learned how to drive, an unheard of occupation for a woman in her society. She now drives her own matador van in Ahmedabad, ferrying passengers. Shameem encourages other women to transform their false notions of their own limitations and to reach for their dreams.

These are heroes of the society and most of the times they are ignored as lower section of the society. It takes rare courage to stand up for what you believe in, inspite of having all the odds against you.
While attending primary school I was told to be proud to be a woman. As a school-girl I didnot pay much attention to the underlying philosophy of it. We were told to be strong yet sensitive, considerate of others yet confident of yourself, firm with your principles yet adaptive to different situations. We were taught prose and poems which underlined this in various instances of life.
Swissssh.....as time goes by, we see opposite instances of the values that are taught in school in various forms. One is made to realize that violence comes in various packets......emotional, mental and social. Many times things are made trivial in the name of equality. How many times has one given in to a certain situation because of being a 'woman'! Why are there rules associated with being a woman? Where do they stem from? Its not bitter resentment for the male but the failure to fathom "why we need to follow them?" They say to maintain equilibrium (duh!!), they say to maintain harmony and escape from mid-life crisis.....But what about crisis one has to face throughout one's life? Many girls are made to believe that what happens with them is not injustice but the way a society functions. If someone with exceptional courage stands upto it...they are praised to do the act, but are not accepted as they would have been otherwise.

I still seek these answers...where did these folk go wrong? Is it there upbringing or do they just lose their values in the course of their journey and it boils down to animal instinct of "survival of the fittest."