Harrrrrrrrppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Holiday

The day which EID was declared I was not having any idea how to spend those two days holidays. When ever I start a write up I always start with a negative note. I don’t know what to write…but really on that day I had no idea what to do for those precious two days holiday. Once is a blue moon only I will get a holiday like that…

On the Thursday I left from office by sharp 3 itself. I was overwhelming with joy becos 2 days holidays…The day one morning 8 itself I started with my Biriyani. Last day evening itself I went to a shopping mall n purchased all the stuffs required for biriyani...That was an internet biriyani.So I downloaded the recipe and took a print of it…




Coming to the biriyani.....Yeah I downloaded the recipe of Thalacheri mutton biriyani....
The day before the Eid a friend of mine gave me a link about star signs. I am a Taurean…the good thing in my star sign was that Taurean’s are very good at cooking. With that positive note and the self confidence. or may be over confidence , I started my cooking…I made some amendment n changed mutton biriyani recipe to chicken biriyani…yeah from starting itself the gravy n all came out well...n aroma of spices were good too. At the end of the Biriyani story there is one mixing of the rice n gravy should happen. The first layering was good…in btwn my husband was appreciating my ability in cooking. I was in cloud 9 and did the second layer...Oops..The gravy was lil more n the whole rice in the top layer was drenched in gravy…so I was totally helpless I just mixed the whole rice n gravy…as an excuse I named it Hyderabadi Biriyani…That’s how my Thalacheri mutton biriyani turned out to Hyderabadi Chicken biriyani…By gods grace the biriyani taste good only…


So had Biriyani very nicely a lil Biriyani was transferred to my neighbor aunty…Even she also did biriyani I got Mutton Biriyani as parcel…After that slept for a while n went out for a small shopping…then got a call from my frnd…shez coming home tmrw… the person who is gonna come is one among my best frnds..My room mate classmate study mate even we are from same place to… I was so happy n excited. Was thinking what to give her once she comes home. I was scared like after having my food whether she will come again… The one n only person who consume my food is my hubby…He always have the same comment.”Superrrrrrrrrrrrrr” may be becos of my torture only he says the same comment again again n again...Y I said torture becos even if for one day if he says some ingredient is more in my recipe …I will argue n make him say that…this is also good...That’s how he save himself.. Yeah coming back to my story...So dropped the idea of cooking when she comes home…But planned to make some snacks n all…




Day 2 woke up by 5:30 itself…for some cleaning stuff n all…becos of my excitement I was not able to sleep…Ystday itself planned to make so Medu Vedas(UZHUNNU VADA)…Even I gave a hands on experience to my husband to make him understand how to fry Medu Vadas...(For rest of the snacks i should again say thanks to Yousuf Ali) My frnd bichi n family came by 12 afternoon...Bichi is always very caring…Some weeks back I remember I told her like I just like idiyappam…When she came she prepared n get me a parcel of idiyappam…The only one thing I didn’t like is like she didn’t bring any curry for that lol…She left the choice of curry to me…After a small chit chat n gossip session we went out to an Indian restaurant. We all badly felt to have Sadya because for past few days my frnd was fed up with the Non vegetarian food .But we reached the Restaurant too late that we didn’t get meals. So again back to biriyani.But me ordered a Butter Naan with some chicken recipe…At the end a” Maggie I will Pay the bill” game was there.. Hopefully those who watched that srinivasan movie will understand the comedy. There was a tug of war btwn my husband my friend’s husband for the Bill Payment... At last it was paid by ikka… (My Frnds Hubby)not even a glance I didn’t see that bill. (You will be thinking. clever couple right) but we never want them to pay the bill…

From there we all went to the Grand Mosque of Abudhabi...I was here in Abu Dhabi for 1 n half yrs not even once I visited that place. But it was worth visiting it. We all marched to the mosque. At the corridor the security blocked me n my frnd and we both were asked to wear a Abaya (Parda)…There it self we will be provided with parda…I was soo happy to wear it becos it was my great time wish to wear a Abaya..My frnd is a Muslim so she helped me to wear the scarf in the Traditional Muslim style…At first sight…my hubs was literally shocked to see me in an Abaya...I was walking through like the best dress which suits for me is an Abaya….Then me started with photo session. Every one in my gang was fed up taking my pics…I was taking n deleting the pics which I felt like I look dark…hehhehehe.At last among 30 pics clicken!!!only two or three I liked :), from there itself it was hosted to my FB….I was like ohhh I did it….





It was around 6 even we all were back home had a tea n my bichoo said tata bye bye to me with her usual style of hugging…But the best thing is like…this holiday was not at all like my rest holidays…On a normal holiday. I used to be too lazy that hardly like to go out unless n until I will be offered some nice food or some other things which are very tempting to me…




Next day is Sunday …yeah have to be back to the Hectic schedules…Work Office Classes…

Waiting for another holiday…..

I am Alive

After a long time. I am in to the biosphere again….in between I was out of the world…
Lost interest in everything….Now I am back to the normal...n felt like ok will start with a new write up….I was in search of a new topic's badly i was not able to find a topic which was interesting. So thought like I should leave the idea of searching a topic's the better way is write something which makes my blog alive...

The moment when I started writing this I had no idea what am I gonna write…It's always motivation which keeps me moving…if not I am almost like a log which lost its motion…

I am now awaiting for EID HOLIDAYS …so hope I will have something to write after my holidays….Now the holy month is over…Have to be back to work with the normal schedules…Oops that's the only part which make me feel sad n sad…Still now was rushing to go home by 3:30…Any way I am gonna think abt the holidays n thinking n thinking how to make it more fruitful….

N 4 Non Residential Indians

N 4 Non Residential Indians

I am not a voracious reader or a writer. When I was thinking of a new topic for my blog the first topic which struck me was the incident I witnessed during one of my journey to my homeland as well as some other things which I observed as being a Non Residential. I feel this topic will have the same effect even if it’s read two years later. I am sure someone or the other will think, “What is new about this topic?” Yes, I do agree it’s nothing new; but I don’t know how many of you have jotted this down…these situations that are so familiar to you.

Even though I am not a voracious reader or a writer, I am a voracious thinker. On the way to my office, I always have some topic or the other about which I think a lot, right down to the minutest details. The topics may range from household stuff to films and songs’ from incidents at office to those that are not relevant to me at all.

And it was on a day when I was too early to work that I thought about and wrote this. My husband always asks me what I’m I thinking when he feels I’m lost somewhere. So I always tell him not to ask what am I thinking because its something even I can’t explain because I am someone whose thought wanders like anything… And within a short time, I can travel from UAE to my homeland, then to a shopping mall, then to some dream destination, then to my kitchen, my kid, then to my old hostel or college memories, then to my office… I can be an inconsistent wanderer :)

I landed in this country almost 3 year ago; to be accurate, 1 year and 4 months ago. Within this span of life here, I feel I have experienced and learned many things. I feel this is a land which God has created for expatriates. Yes, absolutely a land of “Dreams”. When you are in a crowd—no matter whether it’s a street, a shopping mall, a beach—you can see that everyone in that crowd is longing for something or rushing for something. We can see it in their eyes, their ambitions, wishes. I don’t know how much a man who’s staying in his home country can feel this. But I’m sure those who are staying away from their homeland will agree with me. 

When I was here in this country for the first time, I felt everything was new. People, the culture, and the lifestyle... for some days, even the language in which my husband communicated with me was unfamiliar to me, even though he communicated in our mother tongue!

Yes, for all the expatriates, their life in this country starts with the unfamiliarity to these things, people and situations around. The compromises we make or are compelled to make here is immense. Those who look at the NRI life will feel “Ohh! They’re so lucky…making loads of money and living a great life.” Yes, to a certain extent, and for a certain class of people, it is right. But for the majority of the people residing here, it’s not like that. The pain we undergo here is tremendous.

 During one of my trips to my homeland, a small incident I witnessed at the airport touched me. I was coming out of the arrival area, and saw a group of people who were eagerly waiting for their loved ones. Since it was raining, we waited at the airport for a sometime. In between, I was watching the people around. My attention was taken away by small group of 10 to 15 members. From the way they were behaving and communicating, it was clear they all were from the same family. The whole group was waiting for a single person. Finally, one man emerged: a middle aged, dark, thin man. Not at all the charming NRI. From his appearance, it was very clear that he didn’t have a fancy job. His wife was also in the group that was waiting. I became a little emotional seeing the reception they gave him. He was surrounded by the whole family. In between all the joy-making, I could hear his wife telling him to be careful about the puddles the rain had made, and not to slip and fall. The care and the pride she must have been feeling…

But I was also definite that she had no clue about the life or work culture of her husband in that faraway land. It is hard to believe—but some areas where the people reside here are more pathetic than those of Indian slums. But when one reaches one’s home country, none of that worry is expressed. Everyone will only see the many gilts, the glory of being an NRI.

Here, the day starts very early: almost from 5:30am itself, people start rushing to office. We works 6 days a week… 50 to 60 hours a week for 1 year or 2. Then, a vacation for 1 or 2 months. Sometimes, it’s very painful to see people working in the sun as the temperature soars above 50 degrees. It’s difficult to travel in a car with its AC at its max. So, imagine the pain and sacrifice these people are facing to keep their family safe and happy.

This is not only for the people who work in the sun; those with “white collar” jobs are no better off. They start their day very early too. Some have to travel hundreds of kilometers to reach their office. Mothers have to leave their months-old babies in day cares, with breast milk in bottles. Husbands will have a day off when their wife works, and vice versa. Husbands have day shift, wives have night shift. Late night work, travel, what not!

Whatever the hardships may be, people still fly to this country. To the land of dreams. When every flight land in this country, it carries a group of people with dreams and aspirations, who might be a son, father, brother, wife, daughter, mother. But one fact remains: whatever role they play in their life, they all are here for one goal—to work and earn money to make his or her loved ones’ dream come true. Some will fight and win; the other will lose and fly back. It is a continuous cycle.

M for Marriage

i was thinking what shld be my next topic for my blog.
Atlast i decided that shld be something interesting..
My first write up was seen by so many of my friends n was appreciated!!!!!!!!!
I am a person who's turn on is appreciation ....
One more motivational factor is that one of myfrnd restarted blogging (inspired by me)
So as transitivity rule implieS (A->B->C) So A->C
The best topic i loved for past 1 n half year is family life....
Initially the question i raised is What is the best thing u love in ur
husband N the worse thing u hate in ur husband.
Personally i asked many of my friends about this..
My god i was just wondering to see i am the only
wife who find problems with my husband...hehheheh.
All most all wive's were having a real tough time
to make out something which they hate in their husband...
Unfortunately most of friends in the male category are unmarried so that i was not able to do a survey on their turn on n offs in wife
Some of my friends asked me what all you dont like in ur husband...


So i opened my encyclopedia of complaints about husband..

1)I don't like him when he scold me.
2)I don't like him when he dont help me.
3)I don't like him when he ask me to cook.
4)I don't like him when he dont get something for me.
5)I don't like him when he arguee with me.
6)I don't like him when he dont pay attention
to my "thalayinamanthrams".
7)I don't like him when he ask me to get up early.
8)I don't like him when he watch cricket when i am talking to him.
9)I don't like him when he don't pamper me like a child.

On the whole 10) I don't like him when he make me unhappy...

Then started the commedy all most all started telling
ohh yeah we all forgot to tell all those points...
All wive's are happy when their husband allow them to be in their comfort zone.....
The best part is that all husband's knows the turn on's of their wife....
N that is matter where the 90% of the wife population act like identical kids....

A small hand in cleaning.
A small shopping.
A small dinner from outside..
A small appreciation from his side.
A word of support.
An ear for listening.
A trip to the theatre.
Do something which we forget to do.
Last but not the least a hug when we never expect,a kiss...

After reading this all guys will have a smilar question then whatz the need of a wife...
Then i have the answer for u.. to accept you n love you as your are....
From my 1 n half year of "happy married" life i came to a conclusion..
All day are giving you some new lessons.
Those who take the best part of each days succeed in their life..other's also live...
But for them success defenition will be different..
Those people are the one who say's married life is adjustment.


What u think is it an adjustment...?
Is adjustment is the measure of success in married life?
That is a question that i am leaving to u....
But for me "acceptance" is the measurement of success...
With courtesy quoting a dialogue from a film i recently watched.
Married life is like a "Noah's ark"
If we have the propotionate measure of love,fights,romance,affection,possession...every
couple can celebrate their "Oak anniversary"


But one thing i noticed in every wife is that deep inside the heart they are proudly saying
" My husband is da best...."

The start of Deja Vu

This might the first blog which i own my self...

I am person who will start everything with great josh... but in between i will loose my interest n will drop the activities which i started..When i was doing my MCA the concept of blog was introduced in our class of techies.... We all started blogging in group..Our class with a great strength of 33 in which girls dominated, was split in to groups of 4 or 5 .We were asked to do blogging on latest technologies n gadgets..Still i remember the lab in the first floor of SCMS in which we sit together in groups n discuss the names for the blog ... i think that proactive mentality was just becos of the new concept of blogging..As i already told i'm into a category which loose interest very fast(except my love for husband family n friends)...i lost interest in blogging also..to be more precise it was more like a pregnancy which was aborted in its chemical pregnancy period itself..So after a long years of 3 or 4..i gained inetrest in blogging. I just dont want to hide something is very true...that my inspirations for my blog is my friend priya which i call her chalukunju...she is a great time artist of big time "chalus",CHALUS means...unwanted commedies in wrong situations...But really her blogs are very simple n its like a deja vu.I started with commenting to the blogs of my friends. So felt like this a platform which I can spend a lil time for myself..To me blogging is "Sharing N Fun".Yeah just sharing of my good bad mad wiered ideas..Hope i can continue my blog for a lil long time b4 i loose interest :)