Happenings...

I am back after such a long time - really lost track of the blogging world I guess. Did not know what to write for this post so thought of penning down few incidents that happened lately.

Last week while I was going past office I saw this old woman lying on the road and people rushing up to her trying to give water. I recognized her - she was this confused beggar walking near cars and bakeries asking for money from bystanders. I was surprised that people actually were trying to help because I witnessed a live accident in Hosur a few months back where an old man flew from a bike and landed on his face on the tar road. I was looking all stunned and my mother in law was about to go feel his pulse but my husband stopped her. I was like gosh, this person's dying and we can't save him. But we were told that since we were just tourists, if anything happened to that guy we would be called to the station and would involve a hell lot of formalities. The old man survived but I was irritated with the way things work here; life was just not given importance.

I do hope things change here. However, there was one happy incident that took place which was also a few months back. I have a phone which is like something I CANNOT part with. It is like I lose touch with the world if I don't have it in my hands - okay - I know you get the point. So here I was shopping in Lynns and when I paid the bills, I noticed my small pouch that I carry my phone in was missing. I froze for a while. I became frantic and tried calling but brilliant me just had to put it in silent mode. I lost hope knowing that no one will neglect a chance to whisk away my red phone. I went to the counter where I purchased deos and there it was, untouched and waiting for me, and the sales woman just gave a casual smile and told me "you forgot to take your phone."

I felt like hugging her.  I mean she could have just switched it off and stolen it including the money in my purse but she just handed it out to me and I was just plain surprised. Maybe I should start believing there are nice people in this world.

I want to be a....

I just overhead my aunt asking her child the question which we all must have heard at least once from someone in life - what do you want to be when you grow up? This got my tiny brain thinking and I was like - wait a minute - I never wanted to be what I am today. So what did I really want to be. Well, a lot of things since I am a totally indecisive kind of person.

I wanted to be a teacher when I was eight years old. I loved the way the teachers in my school used to scrape their chalk piece on the board and that too with beautiful, colorful chalk pieces. I was madly in love with this profession that my younger sister was often a victim of my fake-class by being a student surrounded by dolls who were sitting on chairs. I would wrap a bed sheet around myself (supposed to be the sari) and start taking classes on my terrace door - which served its purpose of being a blackboard. Sadly, my love for teachers or should I say chalk pieces diminished such that after two years I wanted to be a nun.

Don't ask me why. Its just that I wanted to wear that hood-like thing on the head and not marry anyone. I loved Mother Teresa and maybe I was simply fascinated by movies where they dress up like that and got to eat a lot of that communion bread stuff (which by the way I was dying to eat tat time because I wanted to know what it tasted like and my parents told I had to wait for it).

When I was 13, my sole aim in life was to become a veterinary doctor because I simply loved animals (by animals I only thought of cats and dogs - not cows and hens). I used to watch BBC where they would show these documentaries with doctors in their neat blue gowns helping dogs, cats, horses (No, I did not see them helping cows or hens) on clean tables and I was like, wow that would be me someday.  I spent my vacation that year in India and saw a man shoving his hand deep down into a cow's butt. I started laughing and thinking why would anyone do that and my grandma told those are veterinary doctors. At the speed of light my ambition changed - I wanted to be an air-hostess.

I love traveling so I thought I can fly all over the world and get paid for it as well. Unfortunately I developed a fear after seeing the number of plane crashes and I totally get worked up when the flight lands so my mind settled for being an engineer. An engineer is what I am today though I really don't know anything about it. Yeah, I don't even know how to fix a simple wire connection like my husband says - so much for struggling 4 years in a horrible college. Well, I'm thinking now... I love architecture, painting and designing... Maybe I should be an interior designer? :P