Sometimes i think that i am trying to create my own wellington in blore just like how i tried n tried to create my own India in wellington. Just a thought.
Things that i had internalised without realising :
using a card. For everything. asking for cash outs.
saying hello instead of chennagiddira.
Trusting everyone or anyone to mean what they say and keep up time/promise. Am now realising there is no keeping up promise here only compromise ( com-promise ...Love it when i can play with words! )
Things make me feel reassured its right to have come back
Enjoying carnatic classical music sitting in an open air auditorium with like minded audience. Khushi seems to favor Mridanga more than vocal or any other instrument and i like the fact she does not get bored till about half an hour into a concert. The best one so far has to be U Srinivas' mandolin. Such melody! Mandolin is somewhere inbetween a flute and a violin. Not as loud as the violin and not as soft as the flute. Thoroughly njoyed it. When he played the kaapi raaga( purandara daasa's Aadisidaleshoda) i nearly cried. dunno y. The melancholic songs and raagas that convey sadness appeal most to me. As if the composer put more of himself into the composition while conveying shoka rasA than the hasya/happy rasA.
India the nation and the notion of India i had are drastically different.
but i have fit into this soo seamlessly. its like i never left. sometimes ppl and their behaviour suffocate me. choke me in fact. this curiosity to know every single detail of my personal life. These unabashed, extremely intrusive questions... y? does any1 care about such things i cant reason. but i can see that all my relatives do.
its not easy to make or remain friends with anyone now. May be its the phase i am in. or may b every1 lives in a self sufficient cocoon. I have met my closestestest friend only once. Haven't even called ppl i shud have many moons ago....and neither seem to care or notice it.
Maid in India! is another humongous post worthy topic. The one i have is for basic sweeping n moping. The rest of the housekeeping i do it myself as i will never be happy with the way some1 else will do it. Yet the maid is perennially complaining. Everyone is good at giving reasons here to escape responsibility. Auto drivers, electricians, plumbers, other helper-folk. In one instance i was highly inconvenienced by some1 who promised blah blah... and afterwards told me such a long n believable story i ended up saying sorry to have yelled at him! and this i realized after prash walked up to me n said " huh what just happened.. did u realise? he wasted ur time n money n energy n caused us soo much inconvenience and u said Sorry to him n paid him some more ". Everything is funny in retrospect but life is extremely challenging on a daily basis.
Tried Artistic yoga yesterday. Seemed like a more commercialized product. Not loving it. Nothing beats running, swimming or hot yoga to rev up a dull day IMHO. ( not all in the same day though ;))
Things that i had internalised without realising :
using a card. For everything. asking for cash outs.
saying hello instead of chennagiddira.
Trusting everyone or anyone to mean what they say and keep up time/promise. Am now realising there is no keeping up promise here only compromise ( com-promise ...Love it when i can play with words! )
Things make me feel reassured its right to have come back
Enjoying carnatic classical music sitting in an open air auditorium with like minded audience. Khushi seems to favor Mridanga more than vocal or any other instrument and i like the fact she does not get bored till about half an hour into a concert. The best one so far has to be U Srinivas' mandolin. Such melody! Mandolin is somewhere inbetween a flute and a violin. Not as loud as the violin and not as soft as the flute. Thoroughly njoyed it. When he played the kaapi raaga( purandara daasa's Aadisidaleshoda) i nearly cried. dunno y. The melancholic songs and raagas that convey sadness appeal most to me. As if the composer put more of himself into the composition while conveying shoka rasA than the hasya/happy rasA.
but i have fit into this soo seamlessly. its like i never left. sometimes ppl and their behaviour suffocate me. choke me in fact. this curiosity to know every single detail of my personal life. These unabashed, extremely intrusive questions... y? does any1 care about such things i cant reason. but i can see that all my relatives do.
its not easy to make or remain friends with anyone now. May be its the phase i am in. or may b every1 lives in a self sufficient cocoon. I have met my closestestest friend only once. Haven't even called ppl i shud have many moons ago....and neither seem to care or notice it.
Maid in India! is another humongous post worthy topic. The one i have is for basic sweeping n moping. The rest of the housekeeping i do it myself as i will never be happy with the way some1 else will do it. Yet the maid is perennially complaining. Everyone is good at giving reasons here to escape responsibility. Auto drivers, electricians, plumbers, other helper-folk. In one instance i was highly inconvenienced by some1 who promised blah blah... and afterwards told me such a long n believable story i ended up saying sorry to have yelled at him! and this i realized after prash walked up to me n said " huh what just happened.. did u realise? he wasted ur time n money n energy n caused us soo much inconvenience and u said Sorry to him n paid him some more ". Everything is funny in retrospect but life is extremely challenging on a daily basis.
Tried Artistic yoga yesterday. Seemed like a more commercialized product. Not loving it. Nothing beats running, swimming or hot yoga to rev up a dull day IMHO. ( not all in the same day though ;))
