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April 16, 2018

Birthday Bumps!

Yes, I am 30 and hence, I am not of the age where I get Birthday Bums! Only Birthday Bumps.

Now, if you are done rolling eye balls on my poor joke let me tell you. This 30ish birthday is already a bumpy ride.

- I am off for an Italian vacation today and I have a long to do list to finish in the office
- I am not sinking in with the fact that after a year full of activities in personal life and hectic schedules followed with 200% involvement in my professional life, I am a few hours away from a much needed and deserving vaction
- I am not able to express the happiness of getting a gorgeous wood carved frame and a mobile phone as birthday gifts from Mr.ISB. I am just not sure how do one express happiness. I was always a weird child and I am still weird at 30.
- I am not able to see myself even on the airport to leave for the vacation. Curtsy: Office Work
- I have been reminded of the ticking biological clock all the time. Aging is something out of trend for people. The clan of my husband's family look really younger than their age. My clan is famous for wisdom. Khi Khi. (Ouch it hurts!)


While the joy ride of getting gifts, phone calls and wishes from family and friends was very special, what do you think of the bumpy ride I am going through.

:/

April 12, 2018

Early Birthday Surprise

Surprises arrive only when you are not expecting a thing from this universe.

(Also, because you are tired, dull and ..well.. grumpy and irritated to even think about your birthday)

Last Saturday (Yes, my lord. I have six days working week) started with a lot of work, a lot of is an understated phrase but I would stop at that. Amidst all the tick mark to-does, I was pulled into two hours review for the year. Obviously it went well but a review is a review is a review. (No, I am not high. Just..well... dull tired post migraine) So the stress ache my body gets had surfaced already when I left office at 6 pm. The thumping head ache made me almost cancel meeting my best friend R (who is in the town for a few days) but then I do not have my own friends in the town generally. So, missing this would be very disappointing. Mr.ISB also was of the same opinion. (He is always like that, but I figured out the real motive afterwards)

I went back home for fifteen minutes, had tea to make myself headache free (just to postpone it for three four hours) and left for the venue we had decided.

When R arrived, it was magic. We started chatting about all sorts of things. 'Everything under the sun' is the correct statement there. I was also excited for the new phone Mr.ISB had got me on the same day. Just when I thought- oh my god time is running out and I am not sure when I would be able to meet her again and how would I be able to meet rest of my buddies again- she started smiling. Almost like Monalisa, albeit with a lot of alcohol before flaunting the fishy smile. I stared her for a while and looked back.

Aha.

I saw three buddies behind my back. (who had planned this surprise behind my back only, one of the three was, needless to say, Mr.ISB)

This was a real real real surprise. My complaint to the universe about people not planning to give me surprises in general, went straight to the dustbin flying in the rings of Saturn (Please do not take this statement literally!)

We all met after three and half years. Yes! I could not believe my eyes.

Time just flew by and I wanted to cling on to the evening. Well....

Only if...

***

Approaching 30s is not exactly an exciting era for me but this surprise along with a couple of happy gifts from Mr.ISB, made it already exciting!

Birthday is yet to come. Hence, wishes would be accepted only on the day.


April 2, 2018

You too

It is not really a spoof on #metoo movement. It is in fact written with a little bit heavy heart because every day since 1st of April A-Z Blogathon posts are popping up and sad news is, I am not taking it up in this month. (No......) Here is the good news (Not the baby news, nosy aunties!) we are going for a vacation for ten days in April hence, I decided not to participate in the Blogathon this year (Or atleast in April!)


Now coming back to the post. My life in office has come to a point where, the temperament of yours truly remains only one degree down to the boiling point. So when, my team members were busy solving a problem thanks to their language skill set - I refrained from monitoring trouble shooting the real time work going on in the system and rather started trouble shooting with our guys on the field.

Now, this is what happens when thirty people across nine locations of India are in one single WhatsApp group where we communicate if they are goofing up by mistake while entering required data (Am I sounding like a nerd? well, I am!) So, my team keeps on checking for such errors and post them in the same group, I am talking about.

So, I started posting error messages while my team was busy in something else. My typing speed is pretty fast, so they started getting messages faster than usual and three teams in three locations were making more mistakes, hence only their names were popping up constantly. This one fellow from some other location got worried that why no messages are being sent on his name? (In fact, he was doing just fine!) So, he messaged in the group amidst all trouble shoot messages.

"What about me, mam?"

Now, when we saw this message by this man feeling left out, after two hundred messages which were virtually finger pointing for rectification- every one started laughing.I added the fuel to the fire by saying (Not typing there obviously)

"I love you too"

And now there was a laughing riot.

(We can see, on going activities and communication on a bigger screen)


March 23, 2018

Chai Time Chitchat #14

It feels like an era is over which started some 10 months back. An era of the Wedding of our sibling and the post wedding fatigue. Or at least I would like to think so that it is over.

I did the opening of 'this new era' (Again era! How dramatic I can be!) by taking the first step of trying out the french art of decoupaging. Decoupaging papers are not available in plenty in India but when we can recycle,why not? I used one of those 17 glass wine bottles I have collected and a torn Harry Potter book pages to make the first pilot.



Art is where your heart is, I say. I am not an artist from any stretch of imagination but this is something which puts me in the subconscious flow. Much like dancing, for me. The happiness of creating something can not be compared to any thing. And after all, I had read some where -'Home is where art is!' While my updated version is, 'Home is where the art is and the Chai is!'

By the way, do you know there is no fun in having Adarakhwali chai alone? I miss our uncle and aunt with whom I can share the super strong Adarakhwali chai. Lets see if how I can accommodate back to usual food habits and Chai Habits.



March 8, 2018

Beach-O-Beach

In the center of the city, we work on the beach. (Dadar is central Mumbai, right?)

Sorry for such a lame word play, but no words can express the view we can experience, at the end of the lane where my new office has shifted to.

...And the breeze.. Ooff...



PS: Can you spot the sea link?

:-) 

March 5, 2018

Chini Kum, Adarakh Zyada

This how I am greeted by a few people in our office building. No kidding.

When our company started operations in that shiny new building but a small setup, a couple of us were worried about food and tea. While I chose to bring lunch from home, we tried ordering tea from cafeteria situated in an open terrace downstairs. Who on earth can survive without that one cup of tea to overcome the afternoon slump?

Now, I have CCD! - Chai Compulsive Disorder. I can drink tea, made only by a total of four specific people. On the first day, I took eternity to finish it (Read: Acting as if I am drinking), I cried silent tears. I spent many days without tea. Meanwhile my flu got worsened in terms of frequency of bouts hence, I decided to take the plunge. I took the challenge of developing a vendor and supply chain for tea of my taste.

I short listed one of the vendors who would make tea in our own building. I made an agreement regarding the price, raw material (Read: Ingredients - fresh ginger and milk) and operational instructional. In fact, I gave the secret (so much that no one wants to drink tea made by this recipe) recipe in written.To my surprise, this guy picked it up really really well.

It became a routine for them to fulfill the order of this new tea as soon as they see me entering the cafe or hear my voice for the order on phone. The code name of the recipe was 'Chini Kum, Adarakh Zyada' because that is what would be my short description while ordering, so that they dont forget that I wont touch the normal tea.

Slowly,  my name and the greeting also became this four word phrase. "Good Morning" and "Good Evening" , "Kaise Ho" and "Madam Dikhe Nahi kal" got converted into smiles and "Chini Kum, Adarakh Zyada".

***

Yesterday we shifted to a bigger and better office. My heart skipped a beat when I was not greeted in the morning by the same group of people.  I missed my tea and smiles without our slogan the most.

Some where, I am not sure if I would get same smiles even if I get the perfect "Chini Kum Adarkh Zyada" Chai, ever.

February 13, 2018

Post Wedding Mayhem


The wedding at home is over. With a couple of goof ups and some funny incidents. The bride and the groom is off to their honeymoon while we, family members are busy wrapping up and surviving the muscle pain along with painful throats.

I and Mr.ISB are busy making that long pending list of tasks we could not finish in the week we were on leave. I am also trying to help in-laws at home to clear up the mess, we all have created in just two days. (Super human abilities, I say!)

While it is extremely difficult for me to explain the sweat produced in last seven months for this grand function, I thought highlights from the wedding days and post wedding days would be interesting to blog about. (I can see a couple of friends rolling their eyes and still reading snippets below)


  • The entire house was full of Sarees and Kurtas. We had a bunch of guests from Gujarat and US of A (Can we just declare USA as a part of Gujarat now?!) which means bottles and bottles of Aquafina and big suit cases numbered more on some days than dishes prepared at home.
  • Wedding at home means a lot of yummy food and chocolates from America. You can not keep yourself hungry in such a scenario. So, I did not. Khi Khi.
  • It was so good meeting a cousin who flew from America to attend the wedding. His constant support and presence made a bridge between us and the older generation. Am I making him feel old? The best part is, he does not care!
  • Not to forget our Kaka who also came down to India for the wedding. Now, this might require another post but I am still going to snatch a lot of his time before he flies back. Can I just say, nothing felt better about wedding than meeting him?
  • Gulp. The bride forgot to pack the bridal Dupatta (Extra one), nonetheless she looked very very beautiful. 
  • I flaunted a heavy red Saree, a Nath, a Dupatta, winged eyeliner and a Hathfool. Did not miss a single thing from my wishlist!
  • I also flaunted my favorite pearls in Mehendi. I could not agree more when someone said, 'Classy girls wear pearls!' 
  • There were oh so many guests in the reception. I have never seen such a big wedding before. Period.
  • I remember only fruits and chocolate mud cake from the huge menu in the reception. Those were the dishes I could taste.
  • There were some moments of irritations, stress and everything around. However, yours truly has a tendency to comeback to life after going haywire. Well, just to go back to the spike in a couple of days. Withdrawal symptoms, I hope.
  • Vidai was planned brilliantly by the bride, to avoid the mass crying session by our maternal aunts. Every aunt present was confused if the ritual they were carrying out, is Vidai or not! *slow clap* When the actual exit happened, only I and Mr.ISB along with a cousin were present.
  • I was so dead tired by the time reception reached the peak time. Our cousins kept on asking me to sit whenever there was a chance. I had to drag myself till the end of the function. Fatigue had kicked in by the time we exited the hall.
  • There were two small rituals left even after the reception. I had to drag myself to carry out the same. I just wanted to get things over.
  • The only best part about post wedding days (which are/were full of fatigue) is presence of our Kaka. We had a hearty breakfast with a long walk on Sunday. (I can walk forever with them actually!) A small shopping session along with dinner with extended family meant spending an entire day with him. He has the ability to sort out my thoughts and organize my life, even without talking about it. I regenerate faith in my own beliefs when I meet him. 
  • Talking about tired bodies. We all are drowsy , sleep deprived souls as of now. Irritated at some point and giving up on each other at other points. I, personally find it difficult to focus on my work. It takes four cups of tea to slog in the office. How do I reset my life?