$48 – hm.com
$5,585 – farfetch.com
$43 – harveynichols.com
It was a Friday evening and I was having dinner with my husband and my kid was watching television. I suddenly became emotional and told my husband that I am so happy to be in this place at this time. He might have thought that I have become a weirdo and gave me a puzzled look. Whatever, I felt that being able to stay at home on a Friday and Sunday night with family and having dinner together made my life complete.
4 years back when my husband was in Australia and while I was living in India in Bangalore and my kid in Chennai, I used to travel all Friday nights from Bangalore to Chennai and Sunday nights from Chennai to Bangalore, that is almost all the weekends for 2 yrs. I have traveled in trains and buses in all classes and sometimes even with a open ticket without having a confirmed journey till the moment I find a vacant seat in the bus/train. I have paid Rs.350 for Auto in Bangalore and Chennai for just travelling less than a km to catch my weekend trains and buses. I have traveled during all major festival eve just to have that satisfaction of staying with family on the festival day. A woman travelling in the night all by herself is a very very risky thing to do in India especially if it is every weekend when everyone in the street knows that I will step out of my house at so and so time to catch the train/bus.
I know what it means to have a home where you can relax in the weekend when your whole body and mind needs rest after the weekday work and stress at office. At that time, it was a luxury that I couldn’t afford and that is when I completely understood how precious a family is, a home is.
Sometimes my friends and family think that I am too lazy to step out of my house or leave my husband/kid/family, yes, I don’t step out of home not because I am lazy but I prefer to live in my home looking at my family members more than anything else. It would be difficult to understand this feeling when you haven’t experienced what I experienced in my life in those 2 years.
If you have a home (not a house) then it means your life is complete. Never leave your home when you haven’t made or found another.
Once again, I hurt a lot of people and I got hurt a lot when I stepped out of the country. As soon as we collected our baggage, a lady said that we have a lot of luggage and she told my husband, “Your wife must have a lot of clothes”, I would have felt happy if that was true but it is true that I had a lot of stuff(non-textiles) and was also well under the weight limit. This time I was really proud that I didn’t miss anything but as soon as I reached home my son started complaining that I didn’t bring some of his toys.I again proved that I’m a bad mom… Thanks to all our flight pilots, I’m safe back at home in Sydney…
Diwali is not just a Hindu festival but it is most likely a festival of Indians. When I’m in Australia, Christmas is very special and everywhere we can feel that Christmas will be there soon, we would get the same feeling in India when it’s Diwali festival time.
I had a great time this year on Diwali, doing shopping in the non-crowded stores, driving in the non- crowded roads, eating good home made food and South Indian style traditional Diwali sweets like Murukku, Adhirasam, Rava laddu, Maa Laddu, Paniyaram and last but not the least, Mundhiri Kothu (this is mainly a Tirunelveli sweet and my parents being from Tirunelveli and Tiruchendur background is the very reason why this sweet always makes it in the sweet menu at our home). Apart from these the sweetest North Indian style sweets were also there. Lots of Idlis, Mutton Kuruma, Chicken Biriyani, I felt like Mayabazar Rangarao. I don’t know when I would again have an opportunity to eat all these items in one single day, yes, I have already booked my appointment with the dentist for Friday morning before I start to Sydney. Fired lots of crackers too and looked at lots of silk sarees until my eyes became tired and begged me to step out of the shop.
When does a girl first fall in love with shoes? I think it all starts when we hear about Cinderella which means it starts even before a girl turns 3 or 4. I am not an exception to this. With a foot size of 42W (India), 9.5 or 10 (Aus) it is really hard to fit into one of those beautiful shoes displayed in the shops.
Be it a stiletto or a flats; wedges or pumps, I love them all but the problem starts when I try those shoes. My feet is so wide and my big toe is really big that all the shoe brands fail to make that size. I feel happy just by looking at the shoes because I know that sometimes the beauty of the shoes don’t get highlighted when I wear it.
I like beautiful shoes even when they are expensive because the feeling that someone has given so much importance in making a shoe to make a stranger’s feet beautiful is too mesmerizing for me but at the same time I hate such shoes because they still don’t fit my feet and make them beautiful.
I started reading Balakumaran novels when I was 18 and people started asking me if I’m trying to imitate my mom. Honestly, I was not a big fan of Balakumaran until I finished the book ‘Udayar’ but the moment I finished the sixth part of Udayar, I thought that he truly is a great writer and I fell in love with his writings at that moment and glanced through all the novels that I have read already to cherish his writings. I got married and moved to different cities and countries but still Udayar stayed afresh in my memories.
Five years back when I entered the operation theatre to deliver my son through C-section, I was convinced by everyone that the doctor who is going to perform the surgery has 40 years experience and has done more than 4000 C-sections. I was normal when I was taken out of the OT but I fell sick immediately after the C-section and got wheezing the same night within 3 hrs. I was treated for wheezing and the next day morning my temperature rised too high and the same day night I lost my consciousness and couldn’t verbalize my thoughts and started developing pneumonia. I had to take a high dose injection to bring down my temperature and my uncle rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night to treat me psychologically. I was sick for 15 days with pneumonia and severe cough. Even five years later, I feel things are not normal in the operated area. When I checked with all my friends and family who had a C-section they say that they feel normal but it is only me who get cramps when I try to bend down and wear shoes or when I sit and fold my legs to wear shoes. I learnt to live with it and am adapting to this body condition.
Now it is the dental. I know that I will adapt to this condition soon but things are not going to be the same again. I already feel like I went through a cosmetic surgery due to the swelling and the stitches which has changed my jaw movements.
To buy a good silk saree we need a good salesman. To get a good salesman we have to be at the right shop at the right time. Today I visited a few saree shops in the city’s main shopping hub, T. Nagar to buy silk sarees but only a few shops were really good other shops really don’t care about what we ask and they right away tell us that they don’t have what we ask for. One salesperson in a famous shop said, “Madam, it takes about 40 to 50 days to weave a silk saree and you cannot expect all the combinations in Handloom sarees”. Asking for a specific Colour combination is considered like a sin. One of the most advertised shop for silk saree don’t care about what the customers are looking for instead they were busy in always counting and arranging the sarees as per the price range.