Artistic keys

One of my friend in USA has started to display his artwork through his instagram photographs. I  have always loved his work and glad that he has started to share them with the world.  He is the one who designed my tattoos. Here is a favourite one of mine. 

Everything is changing

Hell down, heaven down
Livin’ in the same town
Tryna find something new
Broken picture frame
I’ve been frozen in
Tryna find a better view

This ain’t real, this ain’t cool
This ain’t what I signed up to
This ain’t right, it’s no good
No good, oh

Everything is changing,
And I’ve been here for too long
Going through the same things
I’ve been hurting too long,
Got to move on
Say I-I-I-I can’t do this anymore
If everything is changing
And I know, yeah, you gotta let go

I don’t understand playing by the same hand
How you find something new
I can’t work it out what it’s all about
I won’t live my life through you

I’ve been here for too long


The above song and its lyrics were part of a post I created close to 2 years ago but it did not see the light of the day for some reason. It resonated how I was feeling at that time and maybe I thought it was too personal to share… I don’t exactly remember why I didn’t publish it. I remember playing that song again and again and again. I remember thinking my life was like a bag of frozen peas. I was in no way unhappy. I was content, I was enjoying life. But there was this feeling of me not moving on, even though I moved on from my previous marriage. I traveled far and wide, loved my gym and the workouts, had great fun spoiling my nieces and nephews…But you get a feeling that I was still holding back. From what? I couldn’t figure out. But that was OK. I have a great support system (family and friends) and I couldn’t ask for anything better.

Last year I decided to not play the same hand and try something new. First time ever in my life, I tried dating. It was interesting, having never done such a thing before. Then in a few months, I found someone. He isn’t Indian, but he is more Indian than me in so many ways (sometimes annoyingly so 😀 ). Does that even matter? Nope. But the time and distance mattered. He lives in London (hence my London visit this year) and the daylight savings weren’t helping us either. When he came down to Bangalore last year to meet personally for the first time, it didn’t feel awkward. On the contrary, it was like meeting a long time friend. I told him when we had started talking earlier that if I can’t be friends with him, then it wouldn’t work. I quoted Friedrich Nietzsche to him: ‘It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages’. Slowly, things started falling into place once we started to get to know each other.

We got married a couple of months ago, which leads to the current move. After the hassles of preparing the documents (which almost weighed 2 kgs and took almost 3 months of preparation) and submitting the visa, attending the interview and waiting with abated breath for the results, I got my visa end of last month. Since then my days has just been filled with goodbyes, packing, more goodbyes, and more packing. I never realized that I knew so many people and so many of them cared about me. It is slightly overwhelming. My maid, even though happy that I got ‘settled down and ain’t single no more’, wasn’t really ready to let me go. She had tears when I told her the news. She was a pseudo-mom to me all these years and I respect her a lot. Today she was asking if I would forget her once I move away. I had to assure her that I wouldn’t.

I thought that my move wouldn’t be a big deal and hardly anyone will notice. But the reality was very different. I had to spend a lot of time explaining to my nieces and nephew why I had to move and none of them were happy about it. My mom had enough time to prepare herself for this and given that I am the only child of hers who is going to be staying so far away, she is both happy and sad. Happy that she can boast to her friends that her daughter lives abroad (sometimes I don’t understand why that is a big deal…is it because of the age-old belief that if you are living abroad, you are living a better life? FYI: that isn’t true. It is just a myth) and sad that I won’t be able to meet her whenever she / I feel like.

I am totally exhausted, now that all the packing and cleaning is done. I have got my flight tomorrow and might be off the grid for a few days until I get to my unpacking, once I reach London. Everything is changing and this is the next step of another phase of my life along with a partner, who is all the more happy to give me a helping hand 😉

So yeah, I will catch up with you all again from a different country and a different city. Until then, take care, happy blogging and be safe 🙂

 

After effects

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What happens when you party on a Saturday night with friends until you could say Good Morning to Sunday? You wake up panicking at 7.30 am that your alarm for some reason did not ring (which is set for weekdays to ring at 6 am, 6.30 am and 7 am – don’t ask my why three…it is what it is) and that you will fall behind your schedule for the day which is fully packed already and wondering why your maid hasn’t turned up yet! It took me a solid 15 mins to get my bearings right and when I realized it was still Sunday I promptly did what a sane person should do. I went back to sleep to get up at 9.30 am 😉

Thank you!


Got this notification today. 4 years already? Wonder how the time just flies by. And just in time for Thanksgiving weekend 😉

I take this opportunity to thank each and everyone who have been with me on this wonderful journey, who have inspired me,  who have taught me, who have supported and encouraged me and who have visited my site and left a mark in the way of comments/likes/visits. Like any journey, I have made friends here, missed people when they left the blogosphere, shared quips and jokes and what not 🙂 I am glad to be here at this moment and hope to be here for some more time.

Thank you! You are all a Star! Happy Blogging!

Not too close and yet not too far

Got to let you know how I feel

Hold my hands and walk with me

Not too close that we step on each other

Not too far to look like we are moving away from one another

Not too fast to drag me with you

Not too slow to make me drag you

With enough space to let us breathe

And enjoy the ‘us’ with considerable ease

I don’t know what the heck that is. Is it poetry? or is it prose? I don’t care. It is just an expression.

Yesterday was a pretty interesting day and the above text (let us make it generic) was the outcome of some serious discussions that happened during the lunch with my close friends, where I was telling them how I feel a relationship should be (a marital relationship I mean). What do you think?

 

 

 

Vows

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Me and my husband got married recently through a civil ceremony. Or in other words, we got our marriage registered in front of a marriage registrar with only the witnesses and the very important and close family members with us on that day, just how we wanted it to be. The process was a little tedious given that he doesn’t live in India and isn’t an Indian. I will explain you the drama that happened around that sometime later. But there was one very funny part in that whole process which I still cant help but laugh out loud whenever I think of it.

The day of our registration, we were almost done with all the formalities and stuff. We were waiting for the registrar to sign our marriage certificate and that’s that. But then the guy who was getting our signatures suddenly said to us and to the people around us that we need to take our vows. We were all like, what vows? We didn’t know anything about that? (Sidenote: in Hindu culture we have only Saptapadi as part of the wedding rituals) What are even gonna say. Everything was going on so smoothly…Now what!? But then this guy gives us a form and says to my husband… read your vows…He started reading it,obviously not out loud. So this guy says…Sir, you have to read it out loud…that is your vow. We both look at each other and try so hard not to laugh. And he turns to my aunt and says, you can record these if you want. We were like…no, please, don’t record this for god’s sake. Given no choice, we both read our vows out loud…much to the amusement of every one of our family members gathered round. Wanna know what they were. Here are the vows:

1.I am at the present time a divorcee (since we both were).

2.I have completed <xyz> years of age.

3.I am not related to <each other’s name> within the degrees of prohibited relationship.

4.I am aware that, if any statement in this declaration is false, and if in making such statement, I either know or believe it to be false or do not believe it to true.I am liable to imprisonment and also to fine.

For some reason saying these out loud made it more funny than it is supposed to be. We could have just signed it and left it at that. No idea why he wanted us to read it out loud. And no idea why he called them as vows. They are clearly declaration that the bride and groom should sign as part of the process.

Once we were done, my aunt looked and said…is that it? Nothing more? I lost it there. I laughed at that. I bet no one has had to say such vows said during their wedding. Have you said anything funny or unique?

Sleep Couch

Have you had a furniture that is a hit with everyone else but you?  I am not a big fan of my couch,  which is a sofa cum bed actually,  courtesy of my uncle who lent it to me when I moved into my home long time ago. It has helped me since but this is where I have broken two of my toes. Not the couch’s fault of course . But still .  You see why I am not overtly attached to it. It does help me when people are staying at my place. It quite big and can be used as a double bed easily.

For people who visit my place, especially friends, it is the sleep couch. I have no idea why. But that is how it is. My friend who used to stay around 2 mins from my place (who has since then moved to US) used to come around whenever she was bored and pretend to be talking to me, but would be actually getting comfortable with the couch and within seconds I can hear her soft snore. That happened not just once or twice…all the time she visited. I then accepted the fact that she came to my house only to sleep on my couch. The couch was big enough to actually give her more space and some for her to roll around too. No wonder she loved that more than talking to me 😉

I thought that she was the only one who was affected. But nope. Every other friend of mine (you know who you are 😉 ) even though they come to my place, all alert and awake, for some reason start to feel sleepy as soon as they are on this couch sitting for a few minutes. And my friends use to call dibs on this sofa if more than one of them who loved it visited me. 🙄 My husband loves this couch. This is his place where he pretends he is reading his book, but is comfortably snoozing with his book open and in sitting position. And after a while he stops giving a damn about me ribbing him and just lies down and sleeps so peacefully.

Recently my maids grandson started to love this couch. Whenever he would visit, he would stack the cushions and start rolling on top of them and just lie there on the couch and look at the ceiling when his mom or grandma would clean the house. And then he would refuse to go home too. He just wants to be there lying on that sofa. I do use it to sleep but not very often. I am not used to sleeping in the afternoon unless and otherwise I am sick or too tired to do any work. Even then I prefer my bed. Probably because I don’t fit in completely. I would have to keep my leg on the arm rest if I do lie down. So it is not that comfortable for me. But I always find it amusing that everyone else does. I am sure when I give it away (since it isn’t mine to keep anyway) lot of people will be sad to see it go 😉

 

WPC: Nostalgia

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“We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.”~ Carson McCullers

Photograph of a beach side restaurant in Goa. Recently my friend sent us a collage of the photographs of our Goa trip. It was exactly two years ago. If I am not wrong, it was either this date today or Oct 1 2013 when I got my ankle fractured during our Goa trip 😉 Fun times.

 

Getting back to the groove…slowly

It has been a while since I posted (close to two weeks now to be precise) except for those two odd photo posts this week 🙂 Life has been as chaotic and peaceful as it can be. Peaceful at home, Chaotic outside. Perfect balance 😉 Since I am getting back to the blogging groove slowly (work starts only next week! yay!!!) here are some interesting news and events that happened.

The city I live in, Bangalore, had some interesting turn of events of late, mostly related to water sharing and violence, spoiling a lot of my plans for the two week, but eventually we figured our way around those events, as we all usually do, even though they weren’t very ideal. But at least we and all the people we know were safe. That counts a lot. Also got to show my non-Indian close friend how curfew over here looks like at least in this part of the town where we live. 🙂  He takes away with him some very interesting experiences. I hate that this happens every year and people aren’t ready to sit and find an ideal solution. Everyone want their piece of 15 min of fame and a lot of political gain through these situations when common men and women suffer (farmer or not).

Did a small trek in Munnar (was on a day trip there) which was interesting. Will share some photographs later. Witnessed a nasty monkey fight for the first time.  Now, I am very much convinced that we evolved from them. (See above paragraph for more references 🙂 )

Imagine my surprise with all that star signs and Zodiac changing news that came up in between all these. My friend (who knows astrology, mostly Indian, but he does know the difference between western and indian too) always insisted that I am more of an Aries than a Taurean because according to my birth chart (Indian astrological) my Sun is in Aries (or otherwise called as Mesha) and my moon in Virgo (or otherwise called as Kanni) and I would always disagree with him because I feel more like a Taurus than a Aries. And guess what, the new news tells me that my Sun sign is Aries. Now I would have to agree with him. Good Lord! I ain’t changing my tattoo. I feel like a Taurus than an Aries. And I stick by it. And I don’t like the name Ophiuchus. Can’t they have used a nicer one ?

Losing a baggage because of delayed flight, missed interconnected flights etc is not a good experience. Even though I haven’t been there, I got the first class view of the issues around it when my friend traveled to India a couple of weekends before through Etihad. Flight started late due to some or other issues from the source, arrived 2 hours later than scheduled in Abu Dhabi. Missed the connecting flight to Bangalore. Those in economy class were given tickets via Oman Air. So they traveled from Abu Dhabi to Muscat and from Muscat to Bangalore. But their baggage didn’t and they came to know about it only when they landed in Bangalore. Imagine their surprise. It was  very bad customer service. But hey, at least my friend only had one baggage (even though it had some important documents and gifts and we were scheduled for travel in a day or two). One of the other 65 year old passenger not only did not receive her baggage, she did not have a clue about her 75 year old wheel chair bound husband too. Since he was travelling in Business class, he was put in the next flight from Abu Dhabi to Bangalore. And the authorities weren’t sure which one (the one that arrives that night or the one that arrives the next day morning). That was much worse. We hope that her husband was back home the same evening. The baggage did come a day later for us (and hopefully for everyone else)

Sully was a very good movie to watch. We enjoyed it. As soon as I heard those folks in the movie talk about computer simulations and how they conveyed the news that the flight could have landed successfully, the first thought was…it’s just a machine, you idiot. It can’t think like a human being, at least not yet. Well… someone else also thought the same 🙂

Finished with ‘Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries – third season’ on Netflix, finally. Also finished ‘Top of the Lake’ series, which was different and interesting. I liked it. Thanks to my friend, I started on a new series of thriller , mystery, detective books by Michael Dibdin called the Aurelio Zen Mystery series. Finished the 2nd book (Vendetta) because my friend was still on the first book (Ratking). Now I have to find out the other ones and start reading them. They were quite interesting. Sadly the TV Series were made only for the first three of them. Have to watch them once I am done with the books.

Well, that’s it from me for now. I hope there is a little less violence in the world. We have enough of the natural disasters to keep us on our toes already. Be safe! Cheers.