11 more days for my vacation. I am enjoying every bit of my vacation but I am logging to go back and lie down on my bed in my home there. I am worried about my indoor plants and my friend squirrel.
Here I am meeting my friends whom I didn’t see for more than five to six years. And most of them live quite far from my house. Commuting here is a big draw back in the city. With bad roads and traffic it’s a Herculean task. Saving grace here is the Ola and Uber. Thanks to ola and uber getting a cab is much easier than buying a chocolate.
Been to few friends houses and it makes me feel sad by seeing the concrete jungle. There is so vegetation, it’s just those high rise Apartments and cannot see any vegetations. Been to a friend’s house which was on 10th floor. I tried to see beyond what my eyes can see for greenery. But I was disappointed, no site of green colour. Sometimes I am really blessed to live in a place where there is no pollution. My kids can play outside without wearing a mask on their noses.Atleast they play outside for six months. Can spot cats,squirrels and birds.
It’s a big chaos on the roads. Metro project is going on now and roads are full of potholes and construction materials. Top of that no one follows traffic rules.
I am enjoying my chaos..
Thirty days of writing here was fun and not even one day I felt why I started.
I always run from challenges. It’s not that I am afraid of it but I don’t have confidence that I will finish the challenge.
This is the first time that I took a challenge and I am patting my back saying that I did well. Sometimes you need to pat your back yourself :).
Thanks to Swati for adding me with others to take this challenge inspite of knowing that I am very irregular in posting.
So what I got from this thirty days challenge.
- My brain got a good work out.
- No negative thoughts and no bad memories.
- I will stop cribbing that I don’t have time.Every evening wrote a post. Came to know that time management is also something which I should learn.
- Was able to visit all my old favourite blogs.
- Got inspirations by reading everyone.
- Happy to read many new blogs.
- Above all got a grown up daughter who likes to eat biryani 365 days.
This is not an end but a beginning……
Am i religious?? Yes
Religious means going to temple and doing puja? No i do go to temple but i dont know to do any puja other than lighting lamp in front of god every day morning.
For me going to temple is for peace, the peace i don’t get any where sitting,standing or what ever. I like the calm peaceful environment. I don’t go to temple to wade of my fear.
I want my kids to know that we belong to one of the religion in the world not the only religion in the world.
I haven’t read any religious books till now don’t know if i ever read them.
Had i have not seen Mahabharat or Ramayan on TV i wouldn’t have known much of Hindu gods.
My mom has Bhagwat Geeta,Bible and Quran in her pooja room. But i never made an attempt to read any of them, nor questioned my mom why she is having other religion books in her pooja room. I don’t know whether she read them all.
I made few attempts to remember Hanumana Chalissa but failed miserably so I make it a point to listen to it everyday morning. I tell my kids to listen. There is something in it which gives you strength and removes fear. I listen to Hindi and also Telugu version of it.
Few times I went to church and Gurudwara. I got the same peace here as well. I always want to visit Golden temple in Punjab.
But been religious doesn’t mean that I follow the faith blindly. There are many things which I don’t like in the religion. I follow a religion but I dont follow it blindly.
I always crib about winter but I do like winter for few reasons.
First and foremost reason is I can go out in my pyjamas. Yeah you read it right. But the pyjamas are covered with a long thick winter coats and long boots so hardly what I wear inside cannot be seen.
I love to wear scarfs and look forward for winter to wear scarfs.
Not much traffic on the roads as many use public transport to commute.
Can happily wear sweaters to work and don’t have to help husband in ironing his clothes.
Love to watch snow falling and taking pictures of snowflakes.
Edited to add the above picture.
The calmness in the house kills me.Sometimes when I come home after work, husband takes kids to math classes and house is so calm.
I hate it and feel like going to the math class to bring kids back home. Sometimes I go directly to math classes from work because I don’t want to be in the house without them. I know I am possessive and I am not yet prepared for my kids to leave my nest.
I always prefer a small house where kids are in front me. I always dared to take a big house in which I don’t know where they are until I call them asking where they are. I never give time out to my kids and lock them in their bedrooms. I have been advised that to discipline the child you have to punish them not to come out of their bedroom for sometime. I will never ever do it.
I want everything to be done in the living room. Reading books,watching TV together,gossiping about friends,sharing secrets….I do give them their space and I too take some time for myself.
Varu was told by her friend that the moment her father comes home , the house has to calm if not her father gets irritated. Your house is made for you and kids. Your house is not complete without your kids. They talk,sing,chatter,fight…it’s like this until they go to bed….
Family that reads,eats,sits,chats,gossips together lives together. That’s my version of Family that’s eat together lives together.
As usually got up at 5:30 am today. Made kids lunch box and my lunch box. Kids got up and got ready by 7:45am. To layers ourselves we have to assign another 15 minutes. The moment the I opened the front door strong wind hit my face and it was bone chilling outside. And my car had a flat tyre. Then only I realized that I am yet to change my car tyres, has to use winter tyres now. Luckily husband was at home and he dropped me and kids. Called the service centre and they gave me a date for next week. So I am at mercy of husband to drop and pick me.
Husband friend’s son is coming here to study. The boy’s dad called husband so many times telling him to pick him up at the airport, keeping him at my house etc… It’s so hard for the parents to send kids away. When husband friend was talking to him I felt someday I will be him if I send my girls away for education. I prefer not to but I don’t want to interfere in their choice. Varu is 12 now and in another 4 or 5 she will fly away.
Very short post today, see you all tomorrow.
Today my day started very lazily. Didn’t take kids to swimming as all roads to the swimming centre were closed today because of a annual Santa parade. I wish I go there.
Was in no mood to make breakfast so had yesterday’s left over pizza. Varu asked me what is chole bhature. She has many desi friends who talk a lot about our food and they happen to tell her chole bhature. Mom’s guilty was killing me that I didn’t give kids good breakfast made chole bhature for lunch. Chole bhature reminds me of a incident.
We were living in Oman then and I was pregnant with my first child. There is a restaurant Oman express, the best South Indian food one can get in Oman. That day we both went their and were looking at the menu to order. Husband always orders mini idles in sambar and I was yet to decide. At the end I order chole Bhature without knowing what it is and I was craving for something spicy and tangy.
Husband order came quickly and by the time my order came he finished it. Then my chole Batura came. I was so surprised to see the size of bhature which were bigger then a roti. I became so conscious suddenly that I am eating so much food and husband said I am full and all is yours . He also got a surprised look on his face thinking how can I eat that much food. At the end I ate one only and packed the other one.
It’s time for my afternoon nap, see you all tomorrow.