Recently relocated to a new country in the arab world...life is now sleeping, watching flicks on TV, reading, cooking, cleaning (self and the house), and vegetating...did enjoy it all the first few weeks...
Hmm...had an adventure last week. there was a major break in on our floor. robbers who obviously knew that out of the 3 flats only one would be inhabited during the day (our's with only me inside!) literally kicked their way in.of course, I heard the noise but found the peephole on the door blackened out. I din't dare venture out to see what created the ruckus (now I thank my lucky stars that I left my guts back in India!).By the time i called hubby out of a training he was in and got the caretaker's number, the bang bang had stopped and the door bell started. Did get cold feet ;-)
Well, the watchman was called and people arrived on the scene. But, the damage was done! The first household had been looted, the second one sported a badly broken door but the insides were left intact.
The cops did come and so did a sniffer dog. But, apparently rarely are these guys caught 'cause they din't think twice before leaving behind cigaratte stubs, a handkerchief, and a pool of urine!!
Showing posts with label Of daily life and living. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Of daily life and living. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
On a bad day...
Life seems very complicated . Wonder if it was a good idea, after all, to have ventured into a new career at the age of 30.
Rewind a few years... life was all nerve and grit.A mad rush to accomplish. Any new challenge taken up was completed. And, completed with finesse!! Of course, I was never 'confidence' personfied but still, things just seemed more manageable then.Fast forward to today...For the past three hours I've been trying to comprehend mobile network concepts, distributed architectures and what not...Progress happens but at extra snail pace.
Rewind a few hours...Got up late. Slept 7 hours and still got up feeling groggy. Dragged through the process of putting the clothes into the washer, brushing my teeth and making tea. Wished amma was here to make tea and I could just plonk myself on the sofa and read the newspaper. Just about halfway through the lunch making process, the stove sputtered, the flame did a jig for a few seconds, and went bust. Gas over!!
Rewind a few days...feeling mighty lonely in the house. Staying alone is fun at times. Everyone needs private space and alone time. But, imposed lonliness? It grates on your nerves...It's like hearing a saw blade on a metal surface. He's gone abroad on a project. The first two days were fun. No cooking three meals, no picking up messy trails of stinking socks and limp T shirts, no seemingly unresolvable fights over why things have to be put back to their assigned places and why old newspapers have to be neatly stacked... But then, within a few days things get mighty lonely...
Fast forward to today...I am trying to think logically. Maybe its just the lonliness, the gas, the technology concepts...that make it feel like doomsday. Oughta feel better tommorrow...So see you later then...in a better frame of mind, of course!
Rewind a few years... life was all nerve and grit.A mad rush to accomplish. Any new challenge taken up was completed. And, completed with finesse!! Of course, I was never 'confidence' personfied but still, things just seemed more manageable then.Fast forward to today...For the past three hours I've been trying to comprehend mobile network concepts, distributed architectures and what not...Progress happens but at extra snail pace.
Rewind a few hours...Got up late. Slept 7 hours and still got up feeling groggy. Dragged through the process of putting the clothes into the washer, brushing my teeth and making tea. Wished amma was here to make tea and I could just plonk myself on the sofa and read the newspaper. Just about halfway through the lunch making process, the stove sputtered, the flame did a jig for a few seconds, and went bust. Gas over!!
Rewind a few days...feeling mighty lonely in the house. Staying alone is fun at times. Everyone needs private space and alone time. But, imposed lonliness? It grates on your nerves...It's like hearing a saw blade on a metal surface. He's gone abroad on a project. The first two days were fun. No cooking three meals, no picking up messy trails of stinking socks and limp T shirts, no seemingly unresolvable fights over why things have to be put back to their assigned places and why old newspapers have to be neatly stacked... But then, within a few days things get mighty lonely...
Fast forward to today...I am trying to think logically. Maybe its just the lonliness, the gas, the technology concepts...that make it feel like doomsday. Oughta feel better tommorrow...So see you later then...in a better frame of mind, of course!
Iga en aayuthu?
Iga en aayuthu? Translated this means, 'Now, what happened?'as in 'Why the fuss? Nothing has happened as yet.." kinda connotation. 'En aayuthu is an attitude. It's a view point that refuses to budge until the consequences hit you on the face.You move only when the good earth has been pulled out from under your feet and there is no straw to continue clinging to.
I am a just a few months old in Bangalore and still in the process of figuring out the ways in which this city ticks. Of course, I've come across the 'En ayuthu' attitude in other places, but, in Bangalore, known for its temperate folks,it sticks out prominent. Like a red, sore thumb in fact!!
I was on my way to the office this morning. I was grateful that this auto driver had condescended to take me to Richmond road sans the daily dose of haggling.Suddenly there is a screech...peace breaks.I look out and find that another auto on the left is all poised to cut this one and turn right. This this one wants to go straight. Both break, both vroom, both gear up to go first...and neither one is able to make progress. I see the two drivers glaring at each other like gladiators in mortal combat.Finally the one on the left relents and our hero moves forward. Next, we reach a busy stretch where everyone seems to be moving at snail pace and in multiple rows. Suddenly hero decides he wants to increase pace, veers right and vrooms...he nearly knocks off this poor fellow on the bike. The bike rider regains balance, turns towards him with a 'look what you did' gesture. Hero asks, "Iga en aayuthu?". Now the rider is angry, he parks his bike in the middle of the road and demands an apology. Hero is non chalant, "En aayuthu?" he repeats and drives on. In short, he is willing to respond only if something had happened. At the least the biker should've fallen and broken his nose!
A few months ago, a young lady , working in the wee hour shifts of a BPO was brutally slaughtered. A cabbie, in logistics contract with her company, had picked her up, raped her and murdered her. The company resisted taking responsibility because they had outsourced logistics. The transportation company said the acute shortage of drivers made it impossible for them to do a detailed background check of all the people they employed. Suddenly everybody reared up, the BPO employees took up arms, the police went into rapid action, the companies spruced up their logistics department...But, what about that young girl, who had to die a horrible death to wake us up from the ' Iga en aayuthu?'mindset.
Last October the city reeled under a deluge. The torrential monsoons revealed gaping holes in the infrastructure. Suddenly the government wakes up and declares desilting of drains programs, demolition of unauthorised buildings that block the natural water canals, widening of roads, new fly overs...the works! We needed to be inundated by sewarage to realise the city could take it no more! 'En aayuthu?' requires a 'Doomsday' situation to wake up.
It's time to go home. Another painful, bumpy ride to take. And, a lot more 'En aayuthu' to witness...life goes on!
I am a just a few months old in Bangalore and still in the process of figuring out the ways in which this city ticks. Of course, I've come across the 'En ayuthu' attitude in other places, but, in Bangalore, known for its temperate folks,it sticks out prominent. Like a red, sore thumb in fact!!
I was on my way to the office this morning. I was grateful that this auto driver had condescended to take me to Richmond road sans the daily dose of haggling.Suddenly there is a screech...peace breaks.I look out and find that another auto on the left is all poised to cut this one and turn right. This this one wants to go straight. Both break, both vroom, both gear up to go first...and neither one is able to make progress. I see the two drivers glaring at each other like gladiators in mortal combat.Finally the one on the left relents and our hero moves forward. Next, we reach a busy stretch where everyone seems to be moving at snail pace and in multiple rows. Suddenly hero decides he wants to increase pace, veers right and vrooms...he nearly knocks off this poor fellow on the bike. The bike rider regains balance, turns towards him with a 'look what you did' gesture. Hero asks, "Iga en aayuthu?". Now the rider is angry, he parks his bike in the middle of the road and demands an apology. Hero is non chalant, "En aayuthu?" he repeats and drives on. In short, he is willing to respond only if something had happened. At the least the biker should've fallen and broken his nose!
A few months ago, a young lady , working in the wee hour shifts of a BPO was brutally slaughtered. A cabbie, in logistics contract with her company, had picked her up, raped her and murdered her. The company resisted taking responsibility because they had outsourced logistics. The transportation company said the acute shortage of drivers made it impossible for them to do a detailed background check of all the people they employed. Suddenly everybody reared up, the BPO employees took up arms, the police went into rapid action, the companies spruced up their logistics department...But, what about that young girl, who had to die a horrible death to wake us up from the ' Iga en aayuthu?'mindset.
Last October the city reeled under a deluge. The torrential monsoons revealed gaping holes in the infrastructure. Suddenly the government wakes up and declares desilting of drains programs, demolition of unauthorised buildings that block the natural water canals, widening of roads, new fly overs...the works! We needed to be inundated by sewarage to realise the city could take it no more! 'En aayuthu?' requires a 'Doomsday' situation to wake up.
It's time to go home. Another painful, bumpy ride to take. And, a lot more 'En aayuthu' to witness...life goes on!
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