Corona-tin thoughts

This year started pretty much like any other year. I woke up on the 1st Jan, 2020 without any resolutions. Practical, right? But then things escalated quicker than the milk which boils over when you aren’t looking. One day we were all “normal”, making all sorts of plans. And the next day, we were wringing our hands in desperation, reaching out to families and friends, and hoarding groceries like the apocalypse was coming.

No, the threat hasn’t passed yet. In fact, it is far from over. If CDC is to be believed, the worse is yet to come. I am like, what? Here I am, an introvert, wanting to go out and meet people. Here I am, a lazy AF person, wanting to put on a good dress and do my hair. Here I am, a never-exercise person, doing yoga every morning. Here I am, cook-to-survive person, and cooking expansive Indian delicacies everyday. And they are saying the worse is yet to come? What are they expecting? That I will wake up at 5 in the morning, with sooraj ki pehli kiran, don a saree and say, Hey Prabhu, what’s up? 

And then there is this whole schooling at home thing. I was pretty confident I was going to nail it. I mean, my daughter is in Kindergarten. They do letters and numbers and addition and reading and what is it that I couldn’t possibly know?! Boy, was I WRONG! The English Kindergarten teacher started revising the phonics, and I was like, I don’t know some of this but it’s fine. We were never taught that. And then, the teacher told the students over a recorded video that no English words end with the letter ‘U’, except “You”. And I was like, really?! When I shared this on Facebook, some of my friends commented with fancy words like “Flu, Impromptu, Menu, Adieu”.  And I was like, “Bienvenue, mes amis cul intelligent“. It basically means “Welcome, my smart ass friends” in French and that’s because the above mentioned words have French origins. They are not English words. 

The other day I got an email from the Art teacher saying that we were late in submitting our assignment. And I went on a rant to my husband saying, who teaches art during lock down, and even if they want to, why do we need to do an assignment and blah blah. Pretty Indian in my temperament, no? Anyway, so I hauled myself to listen to the “Art lesson” and sat there with my mouth wide open by the time the lesson ended. I did not know there were a million types of lines, and you could do a ‘Project’ about each of them. So I left my pride and scorn behind and sat to watch the second Art lesson some days ago. The teacher discussed a Picasso sculpture. And Abstract Art. With Kindergartners.
I give up, people. I studied for roughly 18 years, only to realize that I cannot teach Kindergarten level English or Art. Is CDC still saying that the worst is yet to come?!

I am definitely coming out of this quarantine a changed person. More respect for my extroverted friends. I feel you, people.  And empathy for you during this unprecedented time. More respect for our English teacher, if that’s even possible. But a deference of another level for the Art Teacher. 

 

Plants and Kids

Gardening, like any other skill, requires lot of knowledge – both theoretical as well as practical. Now I do not have any theoretical gardening knowledge whatsoever. But if I were to give you a one line advice on what I have learnt in this last year would be this – DO NOT over water your plants. The roots of the plants decay,leaving the plant to wilt and eventually die.

When I started my plants last year, I was super enthusiastic about every new sprout. Like a new plant mom, so proud of her babies doing well. And also having an epiphany of why they call her ‘Mother’ Nature. 

But as plant after plant stopped growing, I had no idea what I was doing wrong. I sincerely watered my plants. To be honest, over-zealously. I also kept them in sunlight, whenever possible. But nada. It’s as if they decided that as a plant mom, I would never get the pleasure of their teens. And then one day, I read an article about plants and water. And that indoor plants need way less water than they would have me believe. And just like that, I was the plant mom with a green thumb. All my plants are now sprouting, and flowering and doing well. I am as proud a mom as they would allow.

Since then, this thought stuck in my mind so strongly. I thought how similar is this ideology to our own life. If we give way too many resources to our kids, more than they can consume and appreciate, wouldn’t their “roots” decay too? Wouldn’t they take things for granted and not work hard? Wouldn’t they become irresponsible humans who would think that they controlled the world? And much like plants, kids like to be nurtured with our time and attention. They grow ‘tall’, both in their deeds as well as stature.

For nothing do they say, Nature is in everything that we do. We just have to observe, stop to see, strive to listen.

An ode to 2017..

Saying that this year was life changing for me, would be an understatement. The year started with us planning a trip to Thailand for our 6th wedding anniversary. It was a great vacation, with beach visits and lots of family time. 3 months later, H was packing off to US. Goodbyes are never easy. And it is always a difficult time with S, missing him and being totally uncooperative.But in the middle of that life, I got an opportunity to visit Leh with my parents, while the grandparents babysat lil S. Leh trip, as expected, was incredible. We traveled from one mountainous region to another, braving hot sun, rain, and even snowfall. It is one place where the pictures don’t do any justice. The panoramic view is something that you take in and remember. You can’t ever capture the magnanimity of the landscape.

But the cake for change has to be, our move to this country, that I am now trying to call home. I have gone over this decision a thousand times in my head, and each time I came out convinced that it was wrong. I love my country, my city, with all it’s fallacies. I didn’t want to move here. Leaving behind my job, my financial independence, my parents, and friends. To start a new life. All over again.
But then, who said, Life was fair. H convinced me that it was best for our daughter who was really struggling with the pollution levels in NCR. And thankfully has been doing great health wise, ever since we landed here.

There are some things that you can never prepare yourself for. Like, being at home, tending to the house and cooking all day, without a “job”. So here I am, with a lot of time which I am utilizing to watch all the movies I missed owing to the “job”. Life is definitely coming a full circle, right? I am also finding it really difficult to maintain a routine because, you guessed it, no job. The first month was miserable with a feeling of listlessness and total loss of control. Slowly, I am beginning to really enjoy all this spare time and revel in being totally aimless. Until it’s time to get back to the real world.

And finally, I am slowly conquering my fear of cooking. I have never had any interest in cooking, and always made sure to avoid it. In fact, during my 3 year stay in Bangalore, I never took up a flat because that would require maintaining a kitchen. And so I always stayed put in a PG where a maid cooked for us. The maid arrangement continued after our marriage until…now. Never say never, right? After I moved here, I have been cooking at least 3 hot meals a day. I even managed to bake cookies which, if I may add, turned out quite yummy.

Home made cookies, anyone?

The way life has been throwing curve balls at us every year, I am quite convinced that I don’t really need any New Year Resolutions. I should just learn to swim with the flow, and learn the lessons along the way. How about that for a New Year Resolution? 🙂

Hello, from the other side!

How do you greet your friends when you meet them after a really long time?

Do you acknowledge the time lapse and explain the reason for your absence? Or just pretend that nothing happened and 18 months is not really that long a time to be missing from one’s blog!
Ok so, I am not going to pretend and pickup from where I left because a lot has happened en route.

For starters, I have moved to another continent. To be more precise, America. My life has suddenly become a total antithesis of what it was. Presently, I am staying home, and not working at a full time corporate job. I have never known this life. Although this is temporary, I am still finding it difficult to come to terms with it. I stay at home, and unlike back home, I have no maid to take care of the cooking and cleaning part. And if you know me, you would know how much I detest coking. But hey, someone said, “Never say never”. So here I am, cooking 3 hot meals a day for the family. Let me also take this opportunity to thank them for being a sport, because they pretend to enjoy my cooking!

In the meantime, the little one has also grown up a bit and is not so little anymore. Current status: 4 going on 14. She likes makeup and high heels, and doesn’t like to wear the same uniform to school every day. I have no idea what issues we’ll be facing in a decade! She is yet to start school here in US, and I am really looking forward to that. Not because she will start studying and learn new things, but just because she’ll be off my back for a few hours. Now, no judging please. I love her, but I am not Mother India, ok? I am not blessed with unlimited patience.

I had almost given up on the blog in the past 18 months as I was too busy juggling a full time job, a house and a child. Who knew, I would get to play house-house once again, be a house wife and be tempted enough to come back here? Life, do you ever cease to wonder?

The everyday Drama of Life!

 
The one reason that I have been away is because the husband is travelling again. And that means that I am just barely making it, day by day. The days are crazy without him. By the time I reach office, I feel I have been through a battle. That’s because right after I wake up, I prepare the little one’s bag for the day care. So clothes, diapers, breakfast, lunch, snacks, fruits and the rest of the universe it is. Take a bath and get ready. Then wake her up and begin the tantrums. Some days she wants to laze around on the bed. I have one eye on the clock and the other on her. Then very tactfully I have to coax her out of her stupor because if you have a toddler, you would know, a meltdown is not what you want at the beginning of your day. Follow it up with milk, brush your teeth, potty, bath and dressing up. Each task is as eventful as she can make it. And then a short car ride to the day care later, off she goes to spend her day playing. And off I go, to scramble and punch in my card and start my day with never ending work and boring meetings.

The evenings are no better. I pick her up on my way back home. She is so full of energy after having spent an eventful day with the kids and a nice 3 hour nap in the afternoon. The rest of the evening passes pretty much like the morning. I have an eye on the clock and the other on her. I am mentally counting the minutes to her bed time. You would know what I am saying if you have/ever had a hyper active toddler at home, plus a full time job and minus a husband 🙁

Anyhow, I digressed. A bit too much. The other reason that I haven’t been here is because I have been hooked onto this really cool show that airs on NatGeo called “Air Crash Investigation”.

 

 As the name suggests, they document air crashes around the world, investigate them and bring them to us in an hour long episode on how they painstakingly built an entire theory of something that happened half way to the moon. You have to see it believe its awesomeness. My husband says I am sadistic because I watch this show. Also because I have always had a phobia of flying, even before the low cost airlines came in and anyone and everyone around us was taking flights. As a child, I always took refuge in the fact that we would hardly ever need to fly. But now, of course the things have changed. I have flown quite frequently in the last few years. The husband is a frequent flier himself. And trust me, it doesn’t help to watch the show. Because I obsess too much about it. Every time I sit on a plane, I remember “that” episode where “so and so” happened. And all thanks to me, the husband has also developed a mild phobia of flying. But all said and done, the show is really awesome. 

The whole technology part on how every single move you take high up in the air has a digital counterpart on the earth is truly mind blowing. Also the way they construct an episode – firstly, how the accident unfolded (in detail), then how the investigation began, the roadblocks, and the clues that led them to the chain of events, is mind blowing. I know it’s a crash and I do feel sad, AND AFRAID! But the series is a must watch! And I’ll tell you what! After watching way too many episodes and crashes and seeing “everything that can go wrong does go wrong”, I have actually lost some of my phobia. Darr ke aage sach mei jeet hai!

PS : Yesterday I finished all the episodes and all the seasons of the show. And hence the time to come up with this post. 🙂