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?

A New Day, A New Life!

Eight years ago, I was at crossroads. I was in college and had cleared a top software company’s interview. It required me to train in Mysore, and then eventually get placed in one of their corporate centers, none of which were in North India. Even though my parents were happy that I had landed a job before the college ended, they had their misgivings about sending me off so far. No one in the family had moved out for job, yet. It took a lot of convincing to get them to agree to it.

My new life was was a total contrast to my life at home until now. Our training hours were the usual 9-5, but the training and project work ensured we all worked late into the nights, and then had to be promptly back at 9 in the morning. And all this, without anyone waking me up in the morning, with a ready breakfast. Even though our schedules were crazy, they insisted on making us responsible. Sometimes, I did up get on time, get ready, head to the cafeteria for breakfast before making it to the training center. But a lot of times, I missed breakfast too. Weekends were slightly better. We caught up on sleep and assignments and occasionally went out to explore the city. Now as I look back, I realize how it was making us all grow into independent individuals, especially people like me who had hitherto been carefully kept under the parental wings. This little hatching was finally finding the wings to fly.

The training go over and I was placed in the Bangalore campus. The three years that I spent In Bangalore were, undoubtedly, the best years of my life. This idea to #StartANewLife, yet again, was the awesome-est thing. Ever. I lived an independent life. I worked hard in office, harder at the extra curricular activities. It was not all hunky dory though. Since there was no “helicopter parenting” now, I also made a complete mess of my eating habits like giving up on breakfast, milk and fruits. I fell ill, very ill. I had to undergo a 6 month homeopathy treatment. I also gained a lot of weight. But eventually, it all was for good measure. I ook up dancing to get rid of the weight, and made the most awesome friends ever. The years went by in a jiffy.

Three years later, I was at crossroads again. The then to-be-husband was in Delhi and I, in Bangalore. The wedding date had been fixed. Husband had had enough of Bangalore in less than 2 years. I had to relocate. #StartANewLife, yet again. The rest, as they say, is history. I shifted back to the coop, got married and settled down. Eventually became a mother.

And now? Waiting for a new start 🙂