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Thursday, 15 December 2011

Am I there yet?


In life, we need to be transplanted a few times to be able to discover the true ground beneath our feet!


In September 2007, I ended my 8 years long career to enjoy the bliss of motherhood and the loving company of my husband.

He moved to England in 2006 and after a year's separation, we decided this was not meant to be! It was a decision that we made with our heart - live together as a family no matter what.

On 18 February 2008, Nainika came into our lives and gave our relationship a whole new dimension. As parents we rediscovered ourselves, our priorities and the importance of those small joys of life became clearer.

Most of my time was spent on feeding, changing and playing with her. The mother in me was taking over alas to only realise that the career woman in her was struggling to emerge at the same time. I volunteered at a local library once a week just to have something other than my life with the baby at home.

After Nainika's first birthday, I decided to take on more voluntary opportunities and took on some more work with Poetree Creations - a group of poets in the Midlands. With all the work and meetings, my pre-condition was to take Nainika with me wherever I went. The couple I worked with happily accepted my offer. Here I was discussing funding proposals, writing website content, strategising in meeting rooms, community centres, volunteer centre office with a baby in the buggy!

Gradually, the career woman in me perhaps needed more fulfillment so I decided to go the paid work way. Working at a playgroup seemed the logical choice. Sherwood Playgroup happily accepted me and Nainika. While she enjoyed being at the playgroup engaging with toys, activities and other children, I helped organise the activities, set up the playgroup and even manage the kitchen sometimes! Enjoyable as it was - this came with its own set of challenges.

The communications professional in me started taking over. I wanted to write about my work more than organise playscheme. I did some writing with the local magazines and blogs. By this time, Nainika was at a private nursery part time. We needed a bit more income to manage her fees so I decided to pitch in. After looking for jobs and being rejected for over qualification and too much experience, I got through a temp position with Boots in an administrative support role.

Through each transition and role, one thing was common - Me and my determination to get 'there' eventually. Having left behind a glorious career, the work I did now was trivial, insignificant and menial. I was nearing the point of frustration and self-doubt. My skill set must have shown as I began to get more important roles at work. From being a general temp, I now had a clear cut job responsibility and profile. A big step forward!

No matter how insignificant the job seemed at the time, looking back today I feel it was an opportunity for me to experience a life I would never ever know of! It gave me a whole new perspective and definitely made me stronger.

We moved to London in September 2011. The first permanent job I applied for in my niche area of expertise, I got it! It felt like time had not moved at all - as though I was now picking up my threads from where I had left them. The only difference - I was now a better person with a deeper understanding of the various circumstances that different people come from.

The past three years have taught me a lot about life. I had had several experiences in vocations I would never have imagined I could enjoy - homework helper for school children at the library, window dresser for a charity shop, admin assistant at a community radio channel, playgroup assistant at a children's playgroup and the list is endless!

Life throws you up against the odds. How one manages to swim against the tide without drowning is nothing short of a miracle!

Today I ask myself the all essential question again - Am I there yet?

Probably.......probably not! Life is too short to worry over petty things and too long to sorrow over what I haven't seen yet!

Friday, 13 November 2009

Happy Sad....


Life's happiness is in the sadness it throws upon us sometimes....and the wise do remark over it thus: 'it's only a matter of time, my love!!'

A broken relationship may leave an emptiness and a feeling of self worthlessness in your heart. It may shatter you to bits. But life surely does have it's own sweet ways of curing your broken heart.

The future's definitely not ours to see....it is the distant truth of our lives that rebuilds our faith...even love in our hearts! The emptiness may remain for a long time to come...but it does fade away into being a tiny vaccum at the corner of your heart.

They say, life's cure is life itself. And indeed, how true is that! I have seen and heard of several people who in their bereavement, pick up a pet or even adopt children/families/other people. It is therapeutic in so many ways to focus on the responsibility of another life that you forget the pain, sorrow and worthlessness that you may have experienced earlier on.

To value those who are in your life today is truly divine. To love them, to care for them and to enjoy the moments passing by....it does fade away the sadness of a broken heart.

Life moves on.....and it must...

Friday, 7 August 2009

The day of mis-haps...this is what happened!


It was an important day - Vinod had to leave early in the morning for a project release and later I was supposed to go to Birmingham for my passport renewal! And it was an important day for yet another reason, bigger than the former I guess......Rakshabandhan - Nainika and Abeer's first Rakshabandhan!

We woke up around 3 am. Vinod left around 3:30 am and since there wasn't enough time to pull out cash, he let me keep his debit card for expenses during the day. I finished all the housework, soonafter he left and got ready to go to Birmingham. Everything seemed perfect....except for the dull, rainy weather. This of course, if you've spent sometime in England, you get used to and it stops bothering you!

To save time, I thought I'd pull out the money from the ATM near my house. So I walked to the nearby ATM, inserted my card as usual....and then everything froze!

The machine got hung!

'cancel'...'cancel'....'clear'....'clear'....'cancel'...I kept pressing the buttons...but no luck....not a thing moved on that machine.....

The machine took the card in...but it wouldn't let it out...it was STUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I panicked........

'Hello....Vinod....I was er...using the card on the ATM..and as soon as I inserted it...got stuck...now it wouldn't come out.........No, I put it the right way......I am trying to cancel it......No....It doesnt say anything.......I'm sorry...But it's not my fault......I tried calling the ATM people their lines are busy...will try again....alright...yes, you also try....I am here...Will keep trying to cancel it yes....thanks!'

Finally after a number of tries..I got through to the ATM helpline.

'Hi, I am at so and so ATM and my card seems to have got stuck. I inserted it the right way and the machine's got hung...now it wouldnt let my card out....and I don't know what to do...perhaps you could help?'

The lady on the other end seemed too calm for me! Here I was....absolutely panick-struck and penniless.....still hoping and praying to get the card out, so that I could still get on that train and reach Birmingham...and get my passport renewed! All she said was, 'Sorry, I'm afraid we will not be able to do anything about it. You will need to speak to your bank and get the card cancelled/blocked.'

My brain stopped functioning....dripping all over from the rain with a baby in the push chair almost about to wake up.....and an angry and very busy husband....all I wanted to do was cry! In a panick I even somehow sent blank sms-es to my sister who called up immediately thinking something was wrong...(thanks Nee and sorry).

It was still 6:15 am! Who could I ask to lend me money early in the morning? Vinod's office was atleast 40 mins by bus..and then the extra time to pull out money.....no point goin to his office now!

I phoned my neighbour....first on the mobile...ring ring ring....NO REPLY! 'Darn! I thought...no luck today!' Then I gathered enough courage to call her on her home number...it would probably wake up the kids...but...I had no choice! Her husband answered the phone (he had perhaps just returned from a night shift and was tired and about to sleep...)

'Bhaiya....sorry to trouble you so early in the morning...but I have had a problem and needed help.'

He woke his wife up and I explained to her what had happened....she immediately sent her husband down to give me money. It wasn't even a tiny amount....everybody has financial crunch! Anyways...he gave me the money...a little extra than how much I needed at the time..even offered to drop me off at the station. I was already ashamed of what had happened...and guilty to have troubled them like this.


Well in time.....but all drenched in the rain....and cold...I managed to board the train. Now everything is fine I thought to myself....and reached the Indian Consulate in Birmingham. Back in Nottingham, Vinod had managed to get the card blocked and had the situation pretty much in control. I was at the embassy...well ahead of time but so were about 50 other people! The doors opened but the lifts weren't working.

The challenge: To weight-lift a pushchair with a baby in it to the second floor or keep waiting for the lift to work...which probably was out of order! I let Naina out and asked her to climb up the stairs...lifted the pushchair....nearly balancing myself. There were like I said about 50 other people...but none of them bothered to give me a hand at all except of course one kind lady almost about my age...who ferried Nainika to the second floor. Naina of course didnt like being picked up by a stranger...but I was more than thankful! As soon as I reached upstairs..I twisted my foot adn fell..hurting my back! Gathered myself up...thinking and praying hard that this be the last of the worst.....!

Submitted the passport...everything went well. Even got a bus back to the town centre. Got off at the train station bus stop...and went in to find that there were a flight of steps there....asked for the nearest lift to the train station. A gentleman gave me the directions...and I followed it...alas unable to find the lift!

It took me atleast an hour's walk before I managed to enter the mall and through there somehow onto the train station! Finally...the day nearly got over....Nainika ate a little something and I got myself a packed lunch.....found good company while on the way back on the train...

When I entered home...Nainika was fast asleep...changed her and put her in her cot..and well..yes me too...I crashed too!

In all this....the only thing that makes me very angry is......It wasn't my fault..and the ATM company showed no responsibility whatsoever in failing to provide good service! I am sure I can sue them legally for this! Do share your comments on this...and what you would do if you went through this situation?

- LKT

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Have u noticed the kitchen shelf?




Have u noticed the kitchen shelf?

It is in a mess
Crumbs lie on the counter
Sauce spilt on the floor
The pan isn’t in its place either
So, Sam what are you gonna do about it?
Well, look at it………………………

Just look at the kitchen shelf?
It looks in a mess
Children have just been cooking
It is my first day at work
They packed my lunch………………
The eggs aren’t properly boiled
So, Sam what are you gonna do about it?
Well, preserve it…………..

Do you remember the kitchen shelf?
It always looks in a mess
Both the children are gone,
There are still crumbs
On the kitchen counter and the floor
So, Sam what have you been doing about it?
Well, cherish my album of nostalgia…………..

Heartbreaks and Heartaches....




What smiles, aches
Of roses and stings

The truth, the lies
Of romances that sing

What blooms, withers
Of matrimonies that somehow work

What goes, comes around
Of responsibilities, you shirk

What breathes, chokes
Of memories untold

What lives, dies
Of what lay ahead, behold!









Made in Heaven

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

You Know You are A Kashmiri When....

1) you have the kashur Nass (kashmiri nose).. we have a face on a nose!! It's like a nose broken into pieces and then reassembled by a 2 yr old..

2) you luuuuuv food!! No offense to fellow food lovers but we take our love for food one step ahead..

3) you take pride in being a kashmiri .. So much so, that you think that the human race should be divided into two groups:
a)People who are kashmiris and
b)People who wish they were kashmiris

4) you have atleast 10 Avtarkishan, Hridainath. and we pronounce it as hadeynath.. we just don't pronounce the r , Santosh, Pamposh,Usha, Bhusha, Shanta ..in your family..

5)You like alhach, wangan hach, hogaad.. I think kashmiris are the only people who dry perfectly good vegetables and then eat them...

6) All through your childhood you thought your father's name was "HEY YAPARHASA" (in hindi: arrey suntey ho ji or in english: hey will you listen to me a minute)

7)You learnt all the kashmiri 'WOH WOH' before you even learnt how to spell your name..

8)You look at non kashmiri people and say 'Uhn shikass'(rather not translate this!!)

9)Get excited when you see a kashmiri on television even if he's standing in the corner and all you can see is his finger..." Oh look kashmiri.."

10) your sense of fun is having batta (rice) and sleeping..

11) You are obsessed with gass (shit) and mandloo (ass)..

12) you go to a kashmiri gathering and turns out the next person is your relative that you havn't ever met.. some mamtur poftur boy (mother's brother's aunt's brother...or something like that)

13) your father addresses every person as "this is my another brother" turns out that person is the next door neighbour's sweeper's son..

14)You have a typical kashmiri name like Sheen (snow), sondri gondri, sukta (no idea!!!!!!)..

15) If you translate kashmiri into hindi in an attempt to speak hindi..
"hum ghar main teen aurtey hain"-" uss chi gharass manjh trey zanaan"

'airport par takleef mat aya'"airport peth maa ove takleef."
..

16) your mom gets scared at every tiny thing and says "kossay trath
hey payam".. and then reads the yindrakhi paath (religious chants)


17) you are a doctor or an engineer..

18) you eat every single organ of the goat like the chagul(goat testicles), charvan (liver), hooves, the kidneys we don't spare any part..

19) you have the funniest surname...

Zalpuri (zall which means pee) whyyyyy..
Kakroo.. (penis!!!)
Mattooo, kher (donkey) or what kashmiris call " Dunkey"
Wattal( garbage man).. pure genius..

20) have a thick acsent and pronounce scotch as ssakaych.. or smoke as ssamokh

21) have the weirdest style of dancing as if you are screwing two bulbs..

22) when your mother yells into the phone because its a long distance call!!

23) your real birthday is called "cake vohorvod"

24) you go into a kashmiri store just to show off how much you know
about kashmiri artifacts but buy nothing..

25) stuff people with food even if they are bursting upto their throats

26) you prefer kandarwaan over the baguette.

27) while going for an exam your mother asks the kachravol (garbage man) or the
dodhwol (milk man) to walk past you towards your right..

28) your mother sees some women on television with skimpy clothes and
calls her shikass mach, nang mach!! (crazy nude girl)

29) your father teaches you how to drive and all he can tell you is
breyk breyk breyk and when you finally stop he says gggassuuu
pppakooo..(c'mon move)

30) "hello hello bi chass b" (hello hello it is I) is your theme song..

31) have atleast 5 wokhuls and kajwatt in your house.

(courtesy: nikhil ganjoo and his interesting forward!! Thanks doc saab)