My spectacled look!

Everybody in y360 is celebrating their 50^th and 100^th blog celebrations… and so I decided that I will let the world know [but wouldn’t celebrate] my 101th blog… isn’t there something in this 101 th! Usually in temples my amma used to say that we should donate money in odd numbers like 51, 101, 201, 1001 etc. so I thot I will follow that routine here…



This blog is dedicated to my poor pair of eyes, who was my faithful partners till now…but now my negligence have made them tired and worn out… and I am forced to do what I hated always…



I have to wear spectacles permanently, as my lens power is increasing like anything. Just 1 yr back it was 0.25 and now its 1.5. Even my doctor is wondering what I have done specially to make this much increase in the power, in so much less time. One thing is true that I never cared to wear those lenses. Main reasons are:



1) I am so proud about my eyes outer beauty [yea, not being modest this time!] that I wanted to show it off always… [see thats the only thing I am proud of, in my face..pls let me be…]



2) I always sleep while watching TV or reading books that wearing spectacles was always a hindrance.



3)Carrying and accepting a foreign object as my own eye was unacceptable for me, even though not doing it made my migraine worse and now made me more blind.



4)My family [even my grandparents or uncles]never had any short sight history that I was in a denial state against my blindness.



3 yrs back, my colleague Durga used to pull my head back, whenever I stared into the computer screen, with my nose tip almost touching it. She warned me that I was having problem, but I denied, as usual. And now, I am screwed up, totally….




Oh! my beautiful eyes… sorry for locking u guys up in the glass chamber.. Sorry for not letting ur gaze wander freely… sorry for making things worse that now all of us are in trouble permanently.  I know wearing glasses make me look weird and uglier. But cant help it… still trying to keep up….

note: i know that having eyes with lesser vision is a boon, when compared to having no eyes or vision at all... 

Work of a picture capturer!

When my husband wanted to prove that he was a better picture-capturer [not photographer..]   than me..

 

 

When you compete with yourself....

Being a working woman, I am desperate to prove myself more than above satisfactory in home as well as in office. And as always, when we want to excel in both fields together there needs to be certain adjustments in both places. But I cant take it to myself excuses for not being best in home as well as in office.

Inspired by Shail and Sab, I am posting picture-proof of my  developed culinary skills.. we had visitors this evening for dinner, and this is what I prepared for them! A 100% kerala meal. They told they wanted veg , so I went for it,first. Later they told they can have non veg too, so I made "unakkameen"(dry fish) fry, when they were in the living room...

 

..our very own kerala sambar....

 

..beans "mezhukkupuratti"

 

..carrot "thoran"

 

.."paavakka varuthathu"... this bittergourd fry, I made the hard way.. not using readymade dry ones.. with fresh bittergourd i fried it after mixing it with greenchillies, salt and onion for 2-3 hrs.....

 

..this "unakkameen fry"(dry fish fry), I made it after they came, when they told they are OK with fish....

 

..This was our visitor  1 yr old, OM... while his parents ate, he slept on my shoulders....i was thankful that they could literally "eat" the result of my efforts w/o him bothering them... and he was damn co-operative with me, for sleeping..

 

..and finally this humble cook, with all the satisfactory smile all over the face...

NOTE: my alterations--->In sambar, i replaced chena(yam), chembu, muringakka, padavalanga, vendakka (ladys finger)  with potato, parsnip and carrot ..as kerala vegetables are not available here... my hubby doesnt even know that i use parsnip in sambar LOL!! it looks like chena,in sambar .

 

Test Result!

OK, I passed the provisional test with 40/40.. But in the eye test followed, I failed when I proved myself that I am blind... 1.5 (short sight) along  with astigmatism.. great.. to start with,  lost 225 € for specs....now i have to sign, that i will use corrective lenses always..

The vails of a confused DESI driver..

For past 1 month, i was sitting at my desk in MARCONI- G8(ok,now thats the way here all cabins are named, after all those telecom guys!!!), swatting flies (or you can say counting minutes, as flies are rare in ireland). And suddenly the work load dropped into my head yesterday like a bolt (a very heavy one) from the blue.Now all my team mates are also gropping in the dark, which doesnt make me and them any different (lol, and i have been thinking that i am the only dumb one, here!). Isnt it a good feeling that u have company, who are as ignorant as u r or may be more than u..

I was debugging and chatting (as part of multitasking) when i suddenly bumped into one fix which we were chasing for a while (to be precise which was chasing us ), and imagine what!!! i was stuck till 9 pm here.. Yeeeekkk.... Is this the reward for "working"???? if i had sat idle and just ignored the fix pass in front of my eyes...(he he he.. Sometimes i do that....) i would have been in better situation... I reached home at 9:30 pm and my dear hubby was waiting for me (he is on leave this whole week... So its complete role reveral for us... I come late and he is there waiting for me.. Wow.. What a pleasure!!! and yesterday he cooked too...). I must call my mom and tell her this... I wonder if she ask my dad to do this for her...

This is the advantage of being in a foreign place, alone. Hubbies have less ego and seem more co-operative than they are in homeland.

Tomorrow i have my driving test for provisional license. I dont know anything about all those different road signs that we see here in ireland. Especially the one seen in motorways... There are lots of ways here like freeway, motorway and i dont know what all ways...... India never had these 'n' ways...There everything was "free"-way i suppose.

And another thing is seatbelt... The fine here for not wearing seatbelt is 100€... And in india its like "helloo... Anybody knows what a seatbelt is????". I must erase every rule i had in my mind while i drove in india nd claer my mind... Hmmm... Still i cant..

Here vehicles always stop for the pedestrians to cross... And they inturn say "thankyou!!"-- which is soooooooooo strange to me. First of all

1) why do the vehicles stop for pedestrians to cross?? (typical indian driver thot!!!!)

2) why do the pedestrians say "thankyou" for that???(typical indian pedestrian thot!!!)

I am just a confused indian driver trying to sort out irish driving from indian driving:

1)why DONT these ppl blow horn at all even in traffic blocks????

2)why DONT they push smaller vehicles into the kurb??

3)why DO they insert parking fees into the machine slot, even if they park for 5 mts?

4) why DONT they curse at each other when someone overtakes?

5)above all from where do this towing machine comes up?

...Oh...Oh..I am so confused..Tomorrow will tell u whether i passed or failed the exam.. I feel its 10:90 for pass:fail...I am so much used to indian driving... cant blame me...

the pass mark is 35/40 ..ISNT IT SO UNFAIR???

 

When tongue goes blah blah blah..

It has been a long while, since I wrote something. After I have started to manage house and work, I dont seem to get time at all, not even to take a regular bath. Now dont say to me that I stink. I am not that bad. Its the climate,here. U tend to hate touching water,unless very necessary cos u never seem to sweat at all.

Anyway that wasnt what I was saying.2 days back I joined orkut. Till then I never knew that such a thing existed (now dont tell me that I am dumb,  besides stinking). There I send an invite to a lady whose profile answers were weird. Yea, I love weird things. And she accepted it,and then only I noticed her name (yes, I am a little careless, too). And I had a hunch she used to study with me in school, and that was 15 yrs ago. I just asked her if she was 'she'. And she told yesssss.And we began to exchange information, frantically. After 2-3 mails she told me that she never expected me to be sooo like this. She used the word 'boisterous' (i didnt even know its meaning till then..) she told: 'u used to be calm and composed'. He he he... And I laughed like hell, after understanding the meaning of 'boisterous.' hmm...

Then I had a flashback of my school days. The used to be calm girl, now turned into one with animal Instincts. My college mates will be saying something else. My school mates, something else. And me ? .I am somewhere In b/w. Not calm and composed and not with so much animal spirits. Amnt I? not sure...

But I wanted to write something and for that I have to arrange the flow of thots and put down into a blog. But with my busy schedule now, I really couldnt. Mainly cos me being a clean-o-freak, it consumes much time. But then I think about Shail, who is a complete housewife with 3 males in the household (i cant even manage one male, I wonder how she manages 3 males and still keep the house clean!!). And I think If she can manage everything and still write beautiful blogs, why cant I. And I feel I am no good. Just using the easy way of posting pictures.. Naaah.. I want to write... Put my thots in order and have time for myself. At least once in 3 days, I must try for that...So let me try..

Our (not new) car!

Yesterday we bought this car..(a very much used Toyota Corolla 1.3 !). But may be bcos of the quality roads here, its in perfect condition(touchwood!).We cant afford brand new cars, in Ireland as new ones r nearly 40,000€). This we could buy without a loan.

Though I have only Indian and International license, I drove it in country side road here(where only my car was on the road.. he he he)... and its right hand drive car (as it is driving-on -the-left here)...just as in India and NOT like in US or any other country.

My driving exam is on this 21...after that (if I pass!!) I will get  Irish provisional license.. and then I can drive, finally... !!!

..and the entrance seen on the back side of the car is our Rinardo House.