If you don't follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you might have missed it. But I have been away since the 19th and just came back yesterday. Where? Lucknow, where we celebrated Diwali with DH's family.
I meant to blog and let you know I would be away before leaving, but between parents teacher meeting, Ishita deciding to catch a viral fever just before leaving, packing and all...I just didn't have the energy to devote to the idea of writing something...anything.
We caught an early flight to Delhi on the 19th, and stayed with my BIL and his family for two days, then did a quick trip and overnight stay at a friend's place in Gurgaon before catching yet another really early flight to Lucknow on the 22nd. We then stayed there seven days during which we just got caught in a merry whirlwind of festivities, games of teen patti (a gambling card game commonly played during the Diwali period), steadily flow of relatives visits, and even steadier flow of food, sweets and chaats.
I did keep with the tradition of making a rangoli in my in-laws house for Diwali (pictures to come later). We took Ishita to the Bara Immambara, and did go to the bhulbulaya, where they ignored the fact I am a PIO and still charged me the foreigner price. And before you know it it was time to go back to Mumbai. Yet another early flight...but preceded by just two hours of sleep due to a bout of insomnia.
Insomnia probably induced by a heavy stomach full of Chole Puri, insomnia fuelled by Ishita talking in her sleep while clearly practicing karate or kick boxing at the same time. Insomnia that had me snippy, and zombie like the whole morning, and beyond caffeine repair. Insomnia that left me exhausted, and vomiting a mere few hours after reaching our home and slightly feverish all of today. My lack of sleep made my digestive tract sluggish and possibly brought my immunity down as well. But I am back and on the mend. Facing another 10 days of school holidays, and needing a few days to re-energise my introverted self.
Because, as fun as this trip has been, it was 10 days of not much solicitude, and way too much socialising. Those of you who are extroverts will not understand, but if you are like me an introvert, you understand how draining it was as well.
Meanwhile, the horrid weather we left on the 19th seem to have yielded way to much more pleasant days to come in Mumbai, still a bit hot, but less humid already. Which is really great considering I was dreading getting hit by the city's usual ickiness after spending 10 days in the super awesome Fall like weather Delhi and Lucknow are experiencing right now.
I have a lot of pictures I'll be able to use in future blog posts to upload to my computer. But today I only had the energy to finish unpacking between naps and my focus on getting better health wise.
Those who celebrated, how did you spend your Diwali?
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Let's go for a coffee...one simple sentence, and many cultural interpretations and variant. While the drink is universal, how people have it and where is not.
In Switzerland, the right to a morning coffee break is a labour union right. Every employee is entitled to a 20-30 minutes break in their morning if they work at least 8 hours a day. As a result, most workplace have a coffee machine in a corner, or a mini-kitchen where employees can get their fix. However, many still do go to the nearby café. Most of these establishments are family owned, brand less and will serve you a basic espresso with coffee cream on the side. They are no frill places that then double as a lunch place and an after work pub. Don't expect a fancy signature coffee or something more elaborate than a croissant to eat at coffee break time, that is not what most of these café will be into.
The café culture is big in most of Europe, and in Switzerland it is not just limited to office goers. Come 10am and you are likely to see housewives and senior citizen flock to the nearby place to have their morning cup as well. In highschools, students will head to their establishment canteen around the same time for theirown caffeine fix, as there is a 20 minutes break specially provided for that purpose in the morning. I kid you not, we take the morning break very seriously, it borders on sacred!
I grew up being used to head to the café with my mom or grand mothers (when I wasn't in school). They would wrap up their household chores and grocery shopping early in the day and then meet their friends over a cup of something (it can be tea...no discrimination) while I would be given a glass of pomegranate syrup. Syrup, which in my youth still came free in many places. They would chit chat, gossip, catch up with each other for about half an hour and then proceed with the rest of their day worth of household duties knowing they would likely meet again the next day. Most coffee places have their regulars, and the owners know them well.
It is said that cafés were the social network sites of that time before Facebook. They in fact still are and still serve that exact same purpose. People don't go to a café because the coffee is good, at the exception of Starbucks (which has little appeal to older people in my homeland), no café will serve you anything but a generic brew, served black with the cream and sugar on the side. People go to such places to reconnect with people, forget work for 20 minutes and focus on human interaction. Coffee time is that bracket in the day where everything else important can wait. You won't find a lot of people dragging their work to the café or even discussing it with colleagues there. Because the moment you step on that "sacred ground", status and labels cease to exist, there is no boss and subordinates, no apprentice...nothing, just human being on a break.
Working in the outskirts of Geneva, I didn't have a café to go to. But, my boss installed an espresso machine in a tiny corner or our workshop. During that time of the day, he was no longer my boss, and I was no longer the apprentice and we would rarely, very rarely talk about anything work related. That too despite setting our cups down on the corner of our workbench with whatever sofa we were reupholstering pretty much inches away from us.
It could wait, anything can wait during that breather.
In India, going for coffee seems to fall into two categories, with very few exceptions. The first being the hasty filter coffee or chai being drank at a road side stall in a hurry. Which still remain a widely male dominated activity. The second being the Status symbol coffee. The one that is fancy and drank in plush franchise establishements. People visiting these joints usually linger much longer and it is now common to see informal business meeting taking place over coffee, as most of these places offer free wifi. Coffee shops around here, do not really serve the purpose of disconnecting from work unless you are college going student or a housewife it seems.
There are a few exceptions though, South Mumbai has many small cafés held by Iranians and Parsi where people will go for an unpretentious cup of something and a quick bite. And I've hear there is some of that culture in Kolkata as well, where the evening tea or coffee is a social event during which people just catch up and value human contact.
How is the café culture in your corner of the world?
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Another hectic week over here!
Mumbai is going to polls for the State election on Wednesday, and for an obscure reason, Ishita's school decided the kids needed to have this Tuesday off as well. As a result she will be in school only two days this week. Friday being the parent teacher meeting. Then, we have a three weeks long Diwali vacation. Needless to say that all the blog schedule and work plans I had are pretty much going out of the window. To keep Ishita busy in this heat today I took some old bits of cardboard out, lined the dinning table with old newspapers and let her go wild with her poster paint while I got busy with a project of my own.
I am in the habit of saving cute greeting cards my family and friends send me. You know...just in case. I have two that are particularly cute and wanted to use as wall decor for a while. And with my working on the study a lot these days, I found a use for them. And because it would just be too simple and so un-me to just use a bland generic photo frame to display them, I made one.
All I needed for that little project was a piece of packing cardboard (I save these from old shipping boxes) and of course an old greeting. After cutting my cardboard to the desired size and shape, I used acrylic paint to first pain a blue background. Then I glued the greeting in the center before adding a painted pattern to my blue background.
I did that pattern in two steps. First I used a teal acrylic paint to paint barely visible circles and flowers on the blue background. Then, I used a pink glittery 3D liner (I love that stuff...I really do!) and drew twirls and swirls with it. I finally added a few finishing touch with a pearly white 3D liner.
The whole project took me an hour tops. Once the glitter all dried up, I took some double sided paint and "hanged" it on the wall in our study. And yes I took a picture, but the lighting was completely off, and I really really need to wash the giant doodle Ishita scribbled on said wall before taking a more decent picture and sharing it. Thing that is unlikely to happen before we get back from vacation.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Lucknow! The city I am heading to next weekend. DH's native place. A city with a rich cultural heritage, an unmatchable culinary tradition...
Lucknow has like many cities in North India, vestige of Islamic and Mughal architecture. THE architecture most foreign tourists associate with India. The India of the tourist books. Here, you have the entry gate that leads to the "Chota Imambara" one of the two well known palaces in Lucknow. the other one being the "Bara Imambara". Chota means small, Bara means big. The small one is still big enough for something small though, and having visited the two of them back in 2006, that one was far better maintained. Though the big one was going through renovation that last time we were in Lucknow.
Between the Chota and Bara Immambara, the Chota one is my favourite. Sorry for being partial, I just really loved the intricate architecture and beautifully maintained water strip and gardens. When I visited it, a lot of glass and crystal chandeliers were displayed inside, while its big brother offered a big empty cavernous space. Both are grand in their own way, that goes without saying.
Have you visited Lucknow? Which of the two Imambara was your favourite?
Wednesday, October 08, 2014
How many times a day do you remember to count your blessings? Do you even count them at all? Do you keep a list, a written list of everything you love?
I myself have kept diaries since I was a teenager. They always contained a mix of feelings and emotions ranging from love to anger. Ramblings of all kind living side by side on their pages. Some diaries contained more doom and gloom than others (and interestingly they were the ones I lost to termites recently).
I don't have to launch myself into a long explanation about my belief in the power of positive thinking. if you have been reading this blog long enough, you know where I stand on that ground. What I started doing a little while ago is keeping a special diary. A diary I call my " Gratitude and Love diary".
It serves the purpose of keeping all these feel good moments and warm fuzzies in one place. So that I can go open it at any page when in need of an instant pick me up. Truth be told, just writing it is energising to begin with. I take a little time each day to reflect on the things I am grateful for, and often list all the things I love. Randomly, with no given preferences, I just write down what crosses my mind without worrying about it being trivial or silly. If I love it, or feel grateful for something it goes in the diary. I also write wishes and dreams in it, and I have only two rules concerning said diary :
- Never write in black ink
- Make no mention of anything negative
I keep a few colourful fine liners pens around to write, and another diary to write my worries and rants. My reason for staying away from black ink is that it is a formal ink, I have plenty of other uses where it is just the one to use. In this diary I want colour, cheerfulness and happy feelings, writing in colours makes me happy...
You'd be amazed how much just half an hour of consciously giving thanks for the things you have does for your spirit. How energising focusing on the positive and listing all your loves is. I encourage you all to give it a try.
Pick a pretty notebook at the stationary store. Throw in a special pen if you don't have one already, and start writing. Write anything, just about anything positive that crosses your mind. Don't overthink it, don't worry about it being silly, shallow and insignificant. First because it's all for your eyes only and you should not be afraid to be genuine with yourself. Second, because nobody has the right to decide for you what is dumb to love or not. There is no stupid reason to be grateful and no silly things to love.
I love the smell of freshly baked bread. I love watching the sunset. I am grateful for that hour of quiet I got today. I love where I live. I am truly grateful being alive...
These are just a few ideas to get you started, and it will be as life changing as the 24 hours without complaints challenge.
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