The moment I reached Bangalore, I started feeling a sense of loss. Though I was happy and looking forward to exploring the city and working at the new place, I really missed something. It took a few hours to dawn on me that I was missing nothing but my life itself. The moment I reached here, everything had changed. My workplace, my stay, my weekends, my outings, my friends, everything. But I tried to be happy. Afterall I had no option than to adjust over here. I liked the house we were to stay in, but not the location. I liked my new office, but I missed my previous one. I liked the new friends also, but badly missed my very own ones. Somehow I couldn't find the city interesting. I wasn't fascinated or interested in the life style. I didn't want to accept anything over here. For each and everything I compared it with what I had a few days back. And I knew that was the root cause. None would agree with me that Bangalore is not good. But I have a deep rooted liking for Trivandrum and my past five years over there that I am not able to adjust over here.
The only one I could blame was myself. It was my choice. Now I am here and can't go back. Knowing all these facts I try to love the place and my life. But I still haven't come with terms to it. I still love those days I spent in Trivandrum. I would say that it is a great city (its my view .. :-)). I loved the places. I was so familiar with all the roads and streets there, and here I don't know anything beyond my home, office, Madiwala, and the Forum Mall.
I loved the way I waited eagerly for the Fridays to arrive so that I could go home. I loved the Mondays when I used to wake up with Monday sickness. I loved the journeys to and fro. I loved my PG accommodation. I loved the Technopark and the restaurants there. I loved my office. I loved the city and everything about it. I just feel like crying out loud.
Now I find nothing great in my life. Work on the weekdays. Be at home on the weekends. That's it. Believe me, that's my routine from the past three months. And I have no idea as to how long I am going to continue with this!
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall...
Last Wednesday something happened in my life. I was on my way home on my two-wheeler. I was thinking about reaching home, cooking, washing, ringing up a friend, taking the left turn on the road, and there I go. Instead of going left, I go down. It happened all so suddenly that I wasn't really aware what and how. All I knew was that I was falling and people were watching. Also let me tell you it wasn't only an embarrassing fall. It was painful also... :( The moment I opened my eyes I thanked God that I was wearing my helmet. Only He knows what would have happened otherwise. I was lying on my left side and my kinetic on me. Somehow I managed to raise myself a bit, but couldn't do it any further. People gathered from all sides. Somebody helped me stand up and took me to the side and another brought my vehicle along. I really didn't know what to do. I was very much confused. Just wanted to flee from there, but I was feeling dizzy.
Somebody brought me a jug of water and somebody lent me a handkerchief to wipe the blood from my elbow. They offered to drop me home, if I was not in a position to drive. I refused it very kindly. I was so grateful to them for being so kind and not using harsh words as some would. They just inquired what had happened. I was not allowed to go until five minutes. They asked me to wait for five minutes and leave. Finally, I thanked them all and left.
Now I was really scared to ride my bike. What if I fall down again? My knees had started to bleed and the whole body was aching and paining. The whole way, people were staring at me and my vehicle. A girl riding a shattered kinetic. That was when I realised that the panel encasing the head lamp and indicators had come out and was hanging. Somebody in the crowd had been kind enough to tie it with ropes so that it didnt fall off completely. Somehow I reached a workshop near my home, only to find a small boy over there. The mechanic had gone out. I waited there half an hour. My knees and elbows hurt and my upper lip was swollen (I have no idea how that happened). When I was tired of waiting I left my vehicle there, gestured to the boy and left. Dont wonder why I only gestured to him. I had tried a lot to make him understand that the vehicle was to be repaired and to inform the mechanic I'll call him up. I was not successful. He understood something not everything what I said. He didnt know English, Tamil, Malayalam, or Hindi. Only Kannada. And I didnt know Kannada... :(
I limped my way back home. I had just filled in one and a half litres of petrol. The mechanics over here have a good reputation of taking out petrol when the vehicles are given for repairing. I had no option than to leave it there (The guy wasn't that bad, he had taken out only a little bit of it). I limped for 20 mins and reached home. To my dismay, I found the door locked. My brother was not at home. And the spare key I had, was with that of the kinetic. I didnt take it. I waited for another 30 minutes in front of the house. Finally, my brother came and I could get in the house. I was so relieved when he didnt scold me... :)
I checked the wounds - four good scars on the left knee, one on the right, a few scars on the left elbow, a cut on the foot, one on my upper lip, and a few places on the legs and hands were dark blue in color. This is what I got from the fall... :(
Somebody brought me a jug of water and somebody lent me a handkerchief to wipe the blood from my elbow. They offered to drop me home, if I was not in a position to drive. I refused it very kindly. I was so grateful to them for being so kind and not using harsh words as some would. They just inquired what had happened. I was not allowed to go until five minutes. They asked me to wait for five minutes and leave. Finally, I thanked them all and left.
Now I was really scared to ride my bike. What if I fall down again? My knees had started to bleed and the whole body was aching and paining. The whole way, people were staring at me and my vehicle. A girl riding a shattered kinetic. That was when I realised that the panel encasing the head lamp and indicators had come out and was hanging. Somebody in the crowd had been kind enough to tie it with ropes so that it didnt fall off completely. Somehow I reached a workshop near my home, only to find a small boy over there. The mechanic had gone out. I waited there half an hour. My knees and elbows hurt and my upper lip was swollen (I have no idea how that happened). When I was tired of waiting I left my vehicle there, gestured to the boy and left. Dont wonder why I only gestured to him. I had tried a lot to make him understand that the vehicle was to be repaired and to inform the mechanic I'll call him up. I was not successful. He understood something not everything what I said. He didnt know English, Tamil, Malayalam, or Hindi. Only Kannada. And I didnt know Kannada... :(
I limped my way back home. I had just filled in one and a half litres of petrol. The mechanics over here have a good reputation of taking out petrol when the vehicles are given for repairing. I had no option than to leave it there (The guy wasn't that bad, he had taken out only a little bit of it). I limped for 20 mins and reached home. To my dismay, I found the door locked. My brother was not at home. And the spare key I had, was with that of the kinetic. I didnt take it. I waited for another 30 minutes in front of the house. Finally, my brother came and I could get in the house. I was so relieved when he didnt scold me... :)
I checked the wounds - four good scars on the left knee, one on the right, a few scars on the left elbow, a cut on the foot, one on my upper lip, and a few places on the legs and hands were dark blue in color. This is what I got from the fall... :(
All it takes is a little while, and interest!!!
Hey, I am very glad making this post!! You know why? I’ve started cooking! I have tried a few dishes. Though most of them were flops, I am glad that I am finally making something. And not to forget, a big thanks to my brother on whom I am experimenting all these.. ;-)
The first day, as usual, I started with dishes I already knew. So, no much comments on that. Then I tried my hands on chicken curry. Ghhh… Wish I knew how much chilli powder to add. The fry was ok. Parippu, I have really become an expert in that. But, as said, my overconfidence failed me yesterday. The water I added was in excess.
Next, fish curry. I made fish curries with two varieties of fish. One was very thick and the other was very sour. Again a big flop. In between, there were side dishes which were okay. Raw banana thoran was something I liked very much. But to my disappointment, my brother didn’t. I fed him one spoon forcibly. Meanwhile, for breakfast, I prepared appam and egg curry, dosa and coconut chutney, egg noodles, and so on. Mind it, I didn’t buy the instant mix of dosa and appam. I made them on my own. Those were good.
Last day I tried preparing caramel custard, which was the biggest flop. 3 egss, half litre of milk, 1 cup of sugar, 2 tablespoons of custard powder, and of course the cooking gas – all gone waste.
My successful recipe list includes carrot burfi, fruit custard, chicken mughlai (I bought the instant mix.. ;)), chicken fry, scrambled egg, noodles, mango milk shake, and a few items more.
And today, I am planning to prepare a dish from beetroot. My bro has informed me in advance that he doesn’t like beetroots.. In the coming days, I also plan to try my hands on mushroom and paneer. Hope it works out fine.
The first day, as usual, I started with dishes I already knew. So, no much comments on that. Then I tried my hands on chicken curry. Ghhh… Wish I knew how much chilli powder to add. The fry was ok. Parippu, I have really become an expert in that. But, as said, my overconfidence failed me yesterday. The water I added was in excess.
Next, fish curry. I made fish curries with two varieties of fish. One was very thick and the other was very sour. Again a big flop. In between, there were side dishes which were okay. Raw banana thoran was something I liked very much. But to my disappointment, my brother didn’t. I fed him one spoon forcibly. Meanwhile, for breakfast, I prepared appam and egg curry, dosa and coconut chutney, egg noodles, and so on. Mind it, I didn’t buy the instant mix of dosa and appam. I made them on my own. Those were good.
Last day I tried preparing caramel custard, which was the biggest flop. 3 egss, half litre of milk, 1 cup of sugar, 2 tablespoons of custard powder, and of course the cooking gas – all gone waste.
My successful recipe list includes carrot burfi, fruit custard, chicken mughlai (I bought the instant mix.. ;)), chicken fry, scrambled egg, noodles, mango milk shake, and a few items more.
And today, I am planning to prepare a dish from beetroot. My bro has informed me in advance that he doesn’t like beetroots.. In the coming days, I also plan to try my hands on mushroom and paneer. Hope it works out fine.
MTTC - Missing Life
MTTC - This stands for Mar Theophilus Training College Hostel, my hostel. Though I was not a student of this college, I spent the three, wonderful years of graduation here. The lady students of Mar Ivanios College were provided an accommodation here, and thus, I also got an opportunity to be here. My first day at the hostel was sucking. We had clumsy, small rooms with rusted fans, small wooden beds, stinking bathrooms, and an untidy mess. I had two roomates whom I had met at there. To turn things worse, both of them were dumb silent for the first day as it was their first experience - Staying away from Home! Well, for me it had become a routine itself. So homesickness didn't affect me. I was roaming around and having a look at the place when I bumped into two seniors. Oh! I was scared. I had heard a lot of stories about ragging and torturing. Though the girls looked cool and friendly, I fled the place soon. I reached my room back and started unpacking and getting familiar with my room. Somehow the day got over slowly and the rest of the three years, it just flew by!
Now when I turn back to those days, I find them very interesting. The very place became my favourite. The ground where we spent our evenings, the mess where we sat and chatted for hours, our room, everything - I miss everything over there. The part we enjoyed the most were the way we bunked classes and spent the day roaming about, and when returning by late evening the look on our faces - "Oh, we had a very tiring day!"
As we were communication students our syllabus offered us lots of loop holes to get out of the hostel when the regular course students couldn't. Projects, shoots, interviews, libraries, script writing, and so on... I tell you our matron was really proud of the "hardworking bvmc (Bachelor of Videography and Mass Communication) girls". Remembering our matron, she was the person whom we fooled the most. Though we never intended to do so, but our situations pressurized us to do that.. ;-)
I gained few good friends during my stay over there. We united while conducting the various cultural programs, had looong lunches and dinners together, often fought with each other when the turns to clean the bathrooms came, and so on... :-) But it was real fun. I really miss those days now!
This was the place from where I learnt a lot of things - both good and bad. To read, to bunk classes, to gain friends, to fight terribly, and so on. My final year at college was the most enjoyable as well as painful. Within less time I had to bid farewell to the wonderful hostel and I did that sadly. It was inevitable.
After a gap of two years I went back to my hostel once again. Just a visit. Other than 3 or 4 people nobody over there knew me. I sat in the visitor's room. While sitting there, I wished to be one of those girls who passed by the room. I longed to go back to those days once again!
Now when I turn back to those days, I find them very interesting. The very place became my favourite. The ground where we spent our evenings, the mess where we sat and chatted for hours, our room, everything - I miss everything over there. The part we enjoyed the most were the way we bunked classes and spent the day roaming about, and when returning by late evening the look on our faces - "Oh, we had a very tiring day!"
As we were communication students our syllabus offered us lots of loop holes to get out of the hostel when the regular course students couldn't. Projects, shoots, interviews, libraries, script writing, and so on... I tell you our matron was really proud of the "hardworking bvmc (Bachelor of Videography and Mass Communication) girls". Remembering our matron, she was the person whom we fooled the most. Though we never intended to do so, but our situations pressurized us to do that.. ;-)
I gained few good friends during my stay over there. We united while conducting the various cultural programs, had looong lunches and dinners together, often fought with each other when the turns to clean the bathrooms came, and so on... :-) But it was real fun. I really miss those days now!
This was the place from where I learnt a lot of things - both good and bad. To read, to bunk classes, to gain friends, to fight terribly, and so on. My final year at college was the most enjoyable as well as painful. Within less time I had to bid farewell to the wonderful hostel and I did that sadly. It was inevitable.
After a gap of two years I went back to my hostel once again. Just a visit. Other than 3 or 4 people nobody over there knew me. I sat in the visitor's room. While sitting there, I wished to be one of those girls who passed by the room. I longed to go back to those days once again!
Relocating...
This term always fascinated me once I joined the IT industry. I always looked forward to that day when I could re-locate to a new place and finally after waiting for a year and a half, I got the chance. Yes! I was relocating to the most happening 'Bangalore'. Initially I had a mixed feeling of leaving my job and colleagues, but still there was a feel good factor within - the new firm and the location. I had started my packing two weeks earlier itself. Dusted all the bags which lay in the cupboards from the past one and a half year, shopped for a few good clothes, and rang up all dear and near ones to inform of my 'relocation'. The countdown began; work also was turning out hectic. Even in those busy schedules, I found time to prepare myself for the change. My new colleagues kept calling me up as part of formalities and assured that my new office was a great place to work (Indeed, it is till date... :-))
Atlast, the day arrived. I took my bags and bid farewell to all fellow-mates. Saying bye to my roomate was indeed the most difficult part. So, I didnt take much effort to do that. Just concluded that in a "See you, and shall call you." With all the heavy bags I reached the bus-stop and waited for my bus. I quickly played back all the memories attached with the place.
The first time I had come to Trivandrum was to do my Graduation. I remembered the three years of my graduation, my hostel days, bunking classes, hang-outs at zam zam, the museum, the first time we went for movie by bunking classes, and so on. My first job, my PG accomodation, friends, everything. Nostalgia started arising in me. I had a relation of five continuous years with this place. Probably it was about to end. I wont be having a chance to stay at this place the same way once again. All friends had left the place and even I was leaving. My bus arrived. I dragged myself with the heavy luggage and got in. The bus started moving and I turned back once again. Then I realized relocating is not that easy!!!
Atlast, the day arrived. I took my bags and bid farewell to all fellow-mates. Saying bye to my roomate was indeed the most difficult part. So, I didnt take much effort to do that. Just concluded that in a "See you, and shall call you." With all the heavy bags I reached the bus-stop and waited for my bus. I quickly played back all the memories attached with the place.
The first time I had come to Trivandrum was to do my Graduation. I remembered the three years of my graduation, my hostel days, bunking classes, hang-outs at zam zam, the museum, the first time we went for movie by bunking classes, and so on. My first job, my PG accomodation, friends, everything. Nostalgia started arising in me. I had a relation of five continuous years with this place. Probably it was about to end. I wont be having a chance to stay at this place the same way once again. All friends had left the place and even I was leaving. My bus arrived. I dragged myself with the heavy luggage and got in. The bus started moving and I turned back once again. Then I realized relocating is not that easy!!!
Writer!!!
As a child, I always used to wonder what I would become when I grow up - teacher, engineer, actress, and every profession I knew of. Even until my years of graduation I was not able to take a firm stand. It was in our second year that we had Creative Writing as a paper. Those were the days I started reading, a lot. Finally after completing my project in Creative Writing, I made a firm stand - Become a reknowned writer... I did stick to the promise for atleast an year and a half. Continued reading and writing. Though I do still read nowadays, I have stopped writing. Ironically, my profession is that of a writer - "Technical Writer". But that doesn't involve writing for my passion .. ;) Some day I wish to remove "Technical" from my profession!
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