Day 4

13/11/19

Childhood memories. Always cherished and loved. How many of you ask your parents or grandparents how you looked like or what your mannerisms were when you were a child ? Have you ever asked your parents how they looked like and did when they were children? I love to listen to such real life stories. If you haven't that's the next first thing you should do ! 

Today after dinner with curry dried hands, a sister like friend and me sit across my father and listen to his tales. I have heard them many times before, but there is always something new and interesting about it. Probably cause we didn't have the same childhood of theirs.

The concept of higher education began only with my parents in their families. My father had to walk long distances just to go to school, live in other places for attending college. The amount of work they did/do is just negligible to what I do now. At the age of 15 that effort 🙏. They knew the importance of money and more importantly education. Doing engineering then was a very big thing. And after that IIT for MTech is like the top most. His aim was straight at that and he did it. 

He was telling how important college lectures were. Their written notes were textbooks. None of them purchased textbooks.  Either cause they weren't available or were very expensive. Only few were available in the library of even such prestigious institutes. No one could afford missing a class. So much knowledge in just one hour. Everyone almost had 96% attendance. The main purpose of ragging was to let to know someone and help them come out of the shell. Everyone was new. Everyone was friendly and helpful.

3 Rs / day - hostel mess charges 

1200rs/ 6 months - college + personal expenses 

And for us a pizza delivery is 1200 for a meal. 

I am always surprised to how did we make our own world so expensive.

3 hours just flew by.

#okbye. 

Day 3

Day 3 

12/11/19

I think I'm already bored of this. Blogging. Not bored but it's like I'm doing it for the sake. So soon! How do they write novels ? Patience has to appreciated.😃

Blessing, home is blessing. I don't know why but i sleep very peacefully here. I'm a very light sleeper usually. I wake up even to the slightest bit of sound, but now my room in Hyderabad is like sound proof to my mind. No body enters/ wakes me up until i step out. Holiday ! Again high five to the like-minded clan . 

After i wake up at my own ease, having homemade dosa with chutney is like a best start. With both parents who work, the house is all to me. I continue reading my novel in peace. In Bangalore im most of the time alone at home, but this peace i have here is incomparable. I had this sudden urge of doing something. So i order lamb mince and chicken via licious and go back to the reading.

Meanwhile I ask our househelp to cut the required Vegetables. Cooking here has never been an option. My mother would never allow me to even cut Vegetables forget about cooking. In this matter my mother-in-law never allowed me to enter the kitchen too. I am pampered here and there. Being a chicken lover, I've only learnt how to make chicken curry. And later rest added one by one. But once i started cooking, I learnt that i love cooking for someone. I love that appreciation. There are days I wait for my husband to taste. That waiting is like looking, but pretending not to look at each and every expression of his, like a duck looking here and there in a pool of water. Sometimes he appreciates immediately and ofcourse sometimes i have to ask. Ultimately appreciation is important. Never did he complain. Even if it's salty or spicy or bland or sour . But How much do we humans crave for it. The appreciation.  

So today I make mutton kheema. Today I was craving for my father's. To top this feeling, when everyone appreciate the aroma which filled the house. Aha ! Tummy filled with appreciation. 

#okbye 

Day 2

11/11/19

A day of apace I must say. 

It's like this everytime I plan a holiday home. 

Have 3 pending week-offs which have to be taken before the 20th of this month. As usual I prefer going home (Hyderabad) rather than sitting here in Bangalore and irritating my husband by calling him every hour or two past lunch to ask when or how early can he be home. I know that it will be his same usual time, but still I'm bored so I call him.😃 🤷🏻‍♀️. 1 day is fine, 3 days of me staying here at home without work can be hazardous for both of us🤣. I have just realised that I haven't been here in Bangalore at home without going to work for more than a day continuous except for once when i was sick. 

But yeah I'm a very lazy person. I don't pack my bags days in advance. I pack them on the day of journey, if possible hours⏱️ before. High five ✋to the like-minded clan. It's basically dumping everything in my near sight into the suitcase 🛄 I decide to take. Yes dumping. So the day starts with a rush. 

After the dumping and giving the maid clear instructions as to what she has to cook for my husband morning and night during my absence which she anyway forgets and ends up calling me to ask, i rush to check the last minute essentials - wallet with an ID , sunscreen, earphones & a novel 📓. I was searching for a novel i started reading a year ago but haven't completed it yet as i forgot about it. I forget a lot of things. It's a blessing. I head to work with my luggage as i can go to the airport directly from there ,that way i skip the bangalore traffic, save 3-4 hours of my time and most importantly I'm home(Hyderabad) for dinner. Ah ! Homemade food, the importance of which I've understood only after shifting to Bangalore 2 1/2 years ago. Shoot ! Already.

At work, Mondays are usually not so busy. Probably cos Saturday & Sunday are bottle neck. I open facebook in which we have a dermatology group which is like very very active with daily posts of cases and scenarios. I scroll down that page for a while and then head back to the main home page where to my surprise I get advertisements of good reads and novels. What the heck !!! I dint name "novel" out . How did my phone pick it up ? From my brain ? How ? What's all this artificial intelligence (AI) about ? It's surely not a coincidence. But i wonder why did my phone just pick up novels ,not the other things I've been dealing with since morning. Is it like the eyes see what the brain wants or the AI shows what the brain wants ? 

Had many such similar situations in the past. Think of shopping, shopping advertisements pop up, think of kitchenware and they pop up, think of travelling and travel ideas, agencies pop up, think of experimenting a dish and that recipe pops up, think of going out for a play/movie and events pop up . My phone is haunted and so is yours ! But how ? Haven't you faced this ? Hell, yes. 

Artificial intelligence over human intelligence. And yeah I forgot to carry my home packed lunch. How absent-minded  🤯 can I be ? Last time when my husband did this, I was so furious that i planned to give him an empty lunch box 🍱 next day with a slip in it saying "opps i forgot to pack food" 😃🤷🏻‍♀️. But when it's me, nah people forget, that's ok i was busy right ?  

I'd probably get ads on food delivery apps now. 😃

#okbye 

Day 1

10/11/19

So i thought why don't I write something everyday.

Try till i can, ofcourse until i forget. 

Being a Sunday , I woke up late than the usual as the traffic for work is negligible. 12-15 mins is all it takes on a Sunday , weekdays are multiplied by 3-5-6 times courtesy - the great Bengaluru traffic. 

After all the snoozing, waking up, getting ready and having breakfast is like run for your pajamas speed. I head to work quite energetic and calm, promising myself to get back home asap. 

I dint want to listen to the radio chatter today nor just drive muted. I took my phone opened the music aap Saavn, an old friend. I wanted to listen to some not-so-recent not-so-old songs which were on my repeat mode earlier. I directly proceeded to the playlists and randomly clicked a playlist and a song in it without giving myself a chance to choose. "Sooraj dooba hai -from Roy " was on. Wow what a great start i thought. I don't know if i was listening to the lyrics or my mind was wandering somewhere. The next automatic shuffle song was "Maahi ve from highway ".

Whilst driving and listening to this song on the middle of a flyover, I notice 2 men, only the one on the right was clearly visible to me and a head towards his left. The first man was obstructing my view of the other. I think I noticed them as it's odd to see anyone walk/stand on the flyover. 

What i even noticed was that this person on the right was raising his hand ,the Indian way of asking the driving people to stop their vehicles so that they can cross the road. I was a little annoyed and anxious as to why did he want to cross the road on a flyover . He could have rather done it before taking the flyover or after getting down or when he is a pedestrian why did he in the first place even take a flyover. 

I passed them and out of curiosity I don't know why but i looked into the rear mirror . I was caught off guard to see that the person on the left is a physically handicapped person who clearly dint have clear vision and had a stick in his right hand.  A bike was parked beside. 

At once I had sympathy and admiration towards both of them . I really appreciated the right person for helping an unknown person on road. I had a precise moment of thought of helping him,which i anyway dint. Thinking and actually doing it are two different scenarios. Many of us think, but only few of us do. Very few of us stop and help. Just because we emphathize with them we think we are good people, but no acting on it makes the difference. May god bless him.

 

How difficult it must be for the blind. He probably dint know that he was on a flyover. He must have thought it's the straight main road itself and was trying to cross it. What if this person dint stop to help him? He would have definitely figured out a way like he had been doing it since quite a while , but still that scare, anxiety and helplessness must have shadowed him. I later recollected that I've seen this same person few days ago in that very next street selling newspapers. 

That disability of his dint stop him in anyway. He dint stay back at home, he woke up like anyone of us and headed to work. I was proud of him, very proud of him.

I thanked God for my life and all that he has given me. 

#okbye