Yesterday I watched "saving the private yarn" .I remember when i was a kid, my cousin n father talking it is gud movie n we all started watching the movie.I remember fire,shooting .....it is boring n dozed off to sleep.
As I have become a big fan of Tom Hanks now as soon i saw in HMV yesterday we got the movie .Good movie.
Earlier I used to have huge huge respect for military people. Now my perception has changed .Killing is killing no matter if the person is within your boundaries or out of it.you it is right the other one says it is rong but eventually u end up killing civilians who had nthg to do with this.
Iam definitely mad with Indian government for awarding 1 crore for Olympic winner n 5 lacs to the man who lost his life fighting a terrorist.I want to meet a army person and want to learn know why they joined.how do they select whose goes first when there is shooting.
Now the news is Gaza attacks.y cant ppl mind their own work.wont it stop everythng? i know it will work in family.Living in a safe country many of us dont understand the situation.Atleast me that many dead,this country is fighting against this...blah blah...listening to this almost everyday all these years I didnt realise the seriousness.
Losing a passport will bring a turmoil to my life now.Actually just papers...imagine losing all your belongings ,house and above all a loved ones.The worst part is u have no time to regret or anything u have run to save ur life n rest left out.Thinking wat we wud do for nxt meal.
I would like a peaceful world where everybody lives in harmony.All these are very close when every individual lives responsibly.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Friday, December 5, 2008
Reading will be in my heart forever.
O dear Reading.....
Ill be missing u defntly.my fiance said it spells like reading but u is called rea-ding.As a newly wed i stepped into reading jun 20 th.48 st pauls court My first home.how much i loved the house such a beautiful location.A stream with snow white swans n ducks swimming just 20 ft away from house ,such a picturesque garden maintained by Alex.In heart of the city yet so calm n quiet.
My lil boy's has spent his first four years here i dunno how much of it he will remember .His first step was in this house .Left,Right n centre we ran everywhere to all toddler groups.His St Mary's school ,MRS.Cooke,Tyla,Ellianna,Kian and Hafza Ill write down everybdy so that we dont forget them .
The coley park is my fav place in reading even caversham park is beautiful .I got to njoi its beauty more.Green grass throughout bordered by tall trees .only this autumn i noticed fall's painting yellow, brown,orange leaves few on trees rest decorating the earth.If God had a profession i bet he is a painter.How i regret not taking a foto of that .Tugged away in the corner is kids play area with all slide n swings , i have never seen when i grew up.my kiddo likes it better than the hill park bcos it has sand which he picks up everytime we come out to put on a flower to grow into a tree.my nephew was almost ready to travel in a suticase from India to UK for this park.
contd....after reaching to India
i have learnt soooooooooooo much.i ll alwas remember how happy i felt when i met Vandhana.A caring husband whose hand i took n came to a new place without even thinking wat will do in a place where i know nobody(he himself was new to me).igonarance is defntly a bliss....4 yrs later iam coming to a bangalore ,will i get bored?will i make gud frnds?...man how many questions
It was in that condition i met Vandhana in temple.She was friendly,talkative and made me feel at home.Only after reaching home i realised how much i felt lonely n meeting a friendly Indian comforted me.
Then it was Pooja...i defntly want to eat her handmade fud atleast one more time.Having to eat wat i cook all 3 times which iam not used to(tasty fud was all had before coming here), fud she made was heaven.I think of her atleast once a week.she was my role model to keep the house tidy(never managed to attain the goal).
These two were my first friends in a total foreign country.Then vidhya, Mamtha, Vinutha, Parimala ,Suteja,Helen ...n many more who has made life there easy n added some purpose to living there.
It is nearly 3 months now since i left Reading....my stomach nearly turns upside down whenever i think of Sakhit's school.Somehow it is like i have left some of the sakhityan there when i think of the his classmates.how i feel debted to those kiddos who made sakhit feel comfortable in a new place.He did go to a play school in India for the same two months but i dont feel the same way.... i think hard y is this partiality i show to only those kids.Well it could be bcos i felt he is safe in Happy hours though he cried his heart out when i left him on the second day.whereas in St.Mary's he was even scared to cry.... he just said " please ma pogathae ma" which broke my heart n i cried all the way home n had to call machu to find console . I knew his latha athai,the watchman , the ayya n teacher will make sure he is okay.whereas here with total strangers where sakhityan doesnt speak the English n dunno if he will follow wat they r saying,it was tough to leave him alone there.Eventually he made some gud frnds there n settled happily.
In fact i feel the Mrs.Cooke n other were considerate to the kids ,hugging n carrying them when they were too scared when their parents left, held their hands n took them everywhere till they felt comforted.I cant see this happening in sakhityan's new school where students will be more than the teacher cud handle.The frustrated ayya will shout at every given chance at children yelling all over the place.
This difference will be a big loss for me n sakhit n makes me leave a perumuchhu whenever i think of ST.Mary's.
Reading will become a distant past one day...but it will hold a special place in my history ......"Reading you will be in my heart forever".Not being easily reachable will make u even more special.....I wish someday i can walk in the lane near my house ( i doubt it will make me happy as now i will know no more it is mine). " Letting go" is wat u have taught me... n i have learnt it with a dent in my heart.
Ill be missing u defntly.my fiance said it spells like reading but u is called rea-ding.As a newly wed i stepped into reading jun 20 th.48 st pauls court My first home.how much i loved the house such a beautiful location.A stream with snow white swans n ducks swimming just 20 ft away from house ,such a picturesque garden maintained by Alex.In heart of the city yet so calm n quiet.
My lil boy's has spent his first four years here i dunno how much of it he will remember .His first step was in this house .Left,Right n centre we ran everywhere to all toddler groups.His St Mary's school ,MRS.Cooke,Tyla,Ellianna,Kian and Hafza Ill write down everybdy so that we dont forget them .
The coley park is my fav place in reading even caversham park is beautiful .I got to njoi its beauty more.Green grass throughout bordered by tall trees .only this autumn i noticed fall's painting yellow, brown,orange leaves few on trees rest decorating the earth.If God had a profession i bet he is a painter.How i regret not taking a foto of that .Tugged away in the corner is kids play area with all slide n swings , i have never seen when i grew up.my kiddo likes it better than the hill park bcos it has sand which he picks up everytime we come out to put on a flower to grow into a tree.my nephew was almost ready to travel in a suticase from India to UK for this park.
contd....after reaching to India
i have learnt soooooooooooo much.i ll alwas remember how happy i felt when i met Vandhana.A caring husband whose hand i took n came to a new place without even thinking wat will do in a place where i know nobody(he himself was new to me).igonarance is defntly a bliss....4 yrs later iam coming to a bangalore ,will i get bored?will i make gud frnds?...man how many questions
It was in that condition i met Vandhana in temple.She was friendly,talkative and made me feel at home.Only after reaching home i realised how much i felt lonely n meeting a friendly Indian comforted me.
Then it was Pooja...i defntly want to eat her handmade fud atleast one more time.Having to eat wat i cook all 3 times which iam not used to(tasty fud was all had before coming here), fud she made was heaven.I think of her atleast once a week.she was my role model to keep the house tidy(never managed to attain the goal).
These two were my first friends in a total foreign country.Then vidhya, Mamtha, Vinutha, Parimala ,Suteja,Helen ...n many more who has made life there easy n added some purpose to living there.
It is nearly 3 months now since i left Reading....my stomach nearly turns upside down whenever i think of Sakhit's school.Somehow it is like i have left some of the sakhityan there when i think of the his classmates.how i feel debted to those kiddos who made sakhit feel comfortable in a new place.He did go to a play school in India for the same two months but i dont feel the same way.... i think hard y is this partiality i show to only those kids.Well it could be bcos i felt he is safe in Happy hours though he cried his heart out when i left him on the second day.whereas in St.Mary's he was even scared to cry.... he just said " please ma pogathae ma" which broke my heart n i cried all the way home n had to call machu to find console . I knew his latha athai,the watchman , the ayya n teacher will make sure he is okay.whereas here with total strangers where sakhityan doesnt speak the English n dunno if he will follow wat they r saying,it was tough to leave him alone there.Eventually he made some gud frnds there n settled happily.
In fact i feel the Mrs.Cooke n other were considerate to the kids ,hugging n carrying them when they were too scared when their parents left, held their hands n took them everywhere till they felt comforted.I cant see this happening in sakhityan's new school where students will be more than the teacher cud handle.The frustrated ayya will shout at every given chance at children yelling all over the place.
This difference will be a big loss for me n sakhit n makes me leave a perumuchhu whenever i think of ST.Mary's.
Reading will become a distant past one day...but it will hold a special place in my history ......"Reading you will be in my heart forever".Not being easily reachable will make u even more special.....I wish someday i can walk in the lane near my house ( i doubt it will make me happy as now i will know no more it is mine). " Letting go" is wat u have taught me... n i have learnt it with a dent in my heart.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
PR
so now I got a PR. permament resident of UK. Iam happy .NRI am I a non resident Indian .techinically i know it is rite but iam not able to accept the fact.it is like getting married ur happy to be part of new family but doesnt like to be out of my own family.ya nobody says iam not a Indian or u r not a part of ur mother's family.it is not a rule that u sud b only on one side.but nobody can ride two horses.eventually we choose any one of the horses.
I choose to be a Indian residing in India.well mainly bcos the family is there and iam used to there.when i say "used to" what do i mean....all people being friendly to me, nobody looking down on me,being a somebody there.
but guess wat i complain most about me living in India....ahha u cant do watever u want bcos somebody is alwaz judging u.u cant try out new stuffs bcos there is already a set of rules.for example i cant xperience waitressing or teaching a nursery .(i havent done all this here also .y? constraints r there).all these r due to being a somebdy there.
i have the freedom and opportunity here but not resources to support .so may b my crazy(i say so bcos many think so,iam voluntarily helping a toddler grp once in a week for just 2 hrs which i really njoi.all the english say thats great(but dunno wat they actually think) all my indian peers say thats crazy well didnt tell on face but gives that luk) adventures r not possible anywhere.
so iam concluding that ill rather go back to India n be that somebdy n face all associated problems and b happy there than staying n njoing this freedom but going nowhere in life.
well this how i wud compare.... singing all to u thinking nbdy is listening ,walking in evening on a park full of grass n beautiful flowers n birds nbdy cares where u go & nothing to do but walk...... is living in UK.
singing with a group of friends or my sisters when there is power cut on top of the voice n ur neighbours not complaining ,walking on road where ur granny watches u till i reach the corner of the street just for her satisfaction atleast iam safe till hers eyes cud reach ................is living in India.
well i guess after 4 years of singing alone i can do two more but my hearts yearns for an applause.
I choose to be a Indian residing in India.well mainly bcos the family is there and iam used to there.when i say "used to" what do i mean....all people being friendly to me, nobody looking down on me,being a somebody there.
but guess wat i complain most about me living in India....ahha u cant do watever u want bcos somebody is alwaz judging u.u cant try out new stuffs bcos there is already a set of rules.for example i cant xperience waitressing or teaching a nursery .(i havent done all this here also .y? constraints r there).all these r due to being a somebdy there.
i have the freedom and opportunity here but not resources to support .so may b my crazy(i say so bcos many think so,iam voluntarily helping a toddler grp once in a week for just 2 hrs which i really njoi.all the english say thats great(but dunno wat they actually think) all my indian peers say thats crazy well didnt tell on face but gives that luk) adventures r not possible anywhere.
so iam concluding that ill rather go back to India n be that somebdy n face all associated problems and b happy there than staying n njoing this freedom but going nowhere in life.
well this how i wud compare.... singing all to u thinking nbdy is listening ,walking in evening on a park full of grass n beautiful flowers n birds nbdy cares where u go & nothing to do but walk...... is living in UK.
singing with a group of friends or my sisters when there is power cut on top of the voice n ur neighbours not complaining ,walking on road where ur granny watches u till i reach the corner of the street just for her satisfaction atleast iam safe till hers eyes cud reach ................is living in India.
well i guess after 4 years of singing alone i can do two more but my hearts yearns for an applause.
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