Best memories comes from the vacations..

Its been some years now that I have left school so its tough to know the importance of vacations.But if I look back on my school years,its been the vacations which have given me the best memories to keep.

Every summer vacation we would pack our bags and go to my grandparents home.For most of the time we did road trips and always looked forward to them.Sitting in the car having aloo ki sabzi and puris(spicy patatoe curry with Indian puffed bread) fighting with my brother.Still remember how badly we fought once while travelling,that dad had to stop the car and made him standout on the side of the road,just to make me feel bad.It was hell in the small car :)

At my grandparents place ,we used to go out to our fields in the village.The clean village air smelt so nice and changed from the everyday air of the cities.The running water in the fields,birds chirping in the background.We used to run from one tree to another playing hide and seek.When little I was a big fan of sweet buns.So whenever we used to come ,my grandmother made sure that she had the fresh sweet buns from the bakery everyday.I would hear my grandmother telling the milkman "Get more milk now that my children are home,they need more milk to drink"

My grandfather had an old Fiat.He used to drive us to small and zigzag roads of the city.Driving us to the places which we never knew existed.Buying us small things which would keep us occupied for a couple of days to come.

When it was time to go back,it was these lovely memories which we took with us and promised our grandparents that we would come back soon to be with them :)

Now my occasional trips to India have become my vacations.Thou they don't come every year but still I look forward to them :)

The joy of having younger siblings :)

Today is my kid sister's b'day.Having a sibling is like having a best friend who is every time with you and when he/she leaves you life becomes tough.

When we were growing up me and bro were unbreakable.We used to go to the same school,in same bus.I once remember my brother missed his school bus to go with me.Since he was in junior school he had different timings......At home my mother was all worried of him not showing up on the bus stop....finally when we came home my mother asked him why he dn't came at his time and he replied " I wanted to come with didi......"Those innocent words must have surely did some wonders to my mother as she never scolded him on this :)

There are many such incidents like this ....where my bro for me and with me always.Till we were young we had the same friends to play with..even played the same games...

There are no words of joy of having a kid sister....she is The one with whom you share all and everything......I feel bad for her as she was always given my clothes to wear..mom always got them altered for her.....Recently when I went to India I got a watch for her and she said "You gave me my first watch and still giving me ."All her teenage years she wore my watches which I stopped wearing and finally I only gave her a new one...just for her.

The love also brings fights...and anyone in my family can tell that our fights were not good...when me and bro used to fight as kids my mother had to take my bro's side ....now when I ask her why she always took his side,so she said "You were a big girl physically and he was tiny so if I wn't come in between you will crush him"....hahahaha...that was then..now he has grown so tall that I can't reach him also :)

In 2010 he got married.....till all the ceremonies were being done I was ok...but once the bride came home I felt like things will not be the same now...

We are physically apart from each other but I know ,we will always be connect with each other....Miss you both...badly...

Eating sweets is a sin now :(

Well what to say,its a known fact that as we age our metabolism goes down and we should see what we eat....Back in the days,when my metabolism was all good and up,I was addicted to eating sweets,thou I am still but have to control now :(

On holi mom used to make gujiya's(its a north indian sweet made on occasions) lots of them and stored them in a canistar(love the way its spellled:)) That box was kept near to my bed and boy was I all happy.I used to finish that whole box all alone in approx 10 days flat and not a pound of weight gain...miss those days of non stop eating gujiyas. Everyone used to say "Dn't keep the box near her bed else no one will get a single piece".

Now I dread the idea of eating so much sweets.I still want to eat but with age catching up(yeah I know...I am getting old ) this is not a good idea :(

There are 2 half empty boxes of sweets kept in the house I just wish I can empty them and not cry over getting into my jeans :((

My fascination for Indian traditional wear :)

Being an Indian gives you an oppurtunity to wear the traditional saris and salwar kurtas.I was first introduced to wearing them in my mid teen years.My father got posted in a small place in UP and there I was introduced to a all girls' school and that too,hindi medium and UP board (just imagine the pressure I was in with all the sudden changes )

The school required students to wear blue and grey combination salwar kurta.I was not very happy with this but had no choice.Once I started wearing them I felt very comfortable in them as all my school years ,before that,I wore skirts and had to be very careful of how to sit and what to do and not to do :))

I wore a sari for the first time in my 12th farewell. My mother has a beautiful collection of saris' ,some being passed on by my grandmother. Every time she used to wear them I used to say "When will I wear them???" and she used to say "Sometime in the future you will".So finally when the time came I had months for the preparations.Firstly selected which sari to wear,then the matching blouse and finally the accessories.After days of going back and forth I decided upon a black and pink printed silk sari (it still remains one of my fav in my mother's closet :))

Finally the day came.Since morning I was very excited to wear my first sari.Ma helped me tie it.She also did my hair.She was my only hairdresser that time :) I had long hair so we decided to go for a high bun with red roses...All was set and I was off to my school farwell feeling pretty.

When I started my college I was a growup woman,thou I was not legally 18 also...the fascination of salwar kurta and saris kept on growing more and more.I started wearing salwar-kurta in my daily life also and occasionally saris.

The big time when sari became a daily routine was when I started teaching in a school in Meerut.I was very happy to wear them.By this time my mother's sari collection had increased and everyday I used to dig into them to choose what to wear the next day.Initially it was tough to wear them as I was not quick to tie them but as we say, practice makes a man perfect,so was I.Tieing a sari and that too a cotton one became my everyday activity.

Since I came to US I wear sari and salwar kurta only on occasions.The weather here dsn't permit me to wear them.As its summer here,technically but then also its cold,I wear my kurta's whenever I get an opportunity.Once I wore a sari and an American lady kept thinking "how can you tie this long piece of cloth in such a good way??? "

So my fascination with the traditional wear keeps getting stronger .The funny thing about this is I have told my mother to make a will so as who will get which sari of hers'....hehehe

Miss my TVS Scooty :(

It was in my graduation in Meerut that I finally got a TVS Scooty.The day had come after many days of fights with parents.I would say fights because I dn't gave in to their stubbornness,you see I am my Father's daughter :)

Mine was a blue colored.I wanted the color to match with our car.That day I felt as a grownup and it was my first step towards becoming independent.

While driving I raced with the wind,never giving up and felt as if I was the only one ahead. I also felt as my mother got more confidence in me .Still remember going to Mahima's school to pick her up whenever her bus used to get late.Gaurav and me used to fight as to who will drive it to tuition :)

Still remember when Mahima had an accident ,the first thing I asked her "Was my scooty ok??" and she was pissed off for not asking about her...hahahahahaha

Those wonderful days of driving my Scooty :)

Now in US things are very different.In Seattle,most of the time its raining and driving a two wheeler is not advisable.You drive a car or walk or take bus.Thou I used to drive a car back in India(that too a Tata Sumo) but after coming here I dn't have that confidence to drive again.After staying here for 3yrs ,now I have started to feel the urge to drive again.I asked my husband to get me a 2 wheeler but the weather dsn't permit so I have started driving slowly and steadily and hopefully I will again be racing with the wind and be ahead........

The child within lives on :)

Its 2011 a new year and a new era of video games have entered our lives.Microsoft launched Kinect and there is Nintendo Wii.I still remeber when me and my little bro were growing up we had one video game and it had only one game to play,Mario.It was quiet a rage at that time.We were addicted to it.We had 2 controllers which were attached to the system by wires. Now either there are no controls or the controls are wireless.....We never imagined anything like this back at our time.Yesterday I got a new game for my Wii and I have got addicted to it.I am playing it since morning after my husband left for work.Even thou my right arm is in pain but still I cn't stop thinking about the game and how to defeat the opponent.
All this have made me realised that the child within us never dies.Its there inside us but we surpress it from coming out :)
I am going back to play my game and enjoy being a child again..thanks to the new age video games for keeping the child within me alive ...

Are weekly horoscopes accurate?

I eargly wait for the Sunday paper and the first thing I do is to read the Sunday Horoscope section.This time ,valentine being on the corner,th writer has tried to give the romantic side of every sunsign.Each and every word is correct about me.

The reason that I am discussing this topic is because when my parents were looking for a "Suitable match" for me ,my mother would always read these horoscopes and believe in them.Well I would not say they were not true always but yes regarding marriage ,they were never true.
There was this one time that in some horoscope it was written that "you would find a suitable match by Fall".As we lived in India ,fall is not a common word used for season .I still remember my cousin ,who was in US that time,had come to visit us.We asked her when is the season Fall according to the Hindu calender.She told us and we remebered.
As the months started approaching my mother and somewhere me also ,we started thinking about what the horoscope said and the season of fall was about to start.But in my mind there was a conflict with what the horoscope said.I was not considering any "Suitable match" ,so how will the prediction be true.
Well what I had thout happened.Fall came followed by winter and summer and nothing happened.The prediction went wrong.I was not married and still looking for "The one".

Does this mean that the weekly predicitions are not right????

10years

It's been 10yrs since I passed my graduation and entered the bad world.So I thout why dn't I look back and try to recollect some good and bad memories which has been with me all this time and this gave birth to my first blog :)