Ramblings: 22/05/18

In one of my previous posts, I mentioned that my Mom was at home with me these days. Well, she’s still here after extending her stay by another month. As much as my Dad and brother are counting the days till Mom joins them, I am counting the days till she will be gone, and I will be alone again.

Some people who know me, will think I am waiting for it happily, as I usually like living alone – there is no good way to say that. But having Mom with me for around 2 months was like the most comfortable time I have had here for a long time. Even managed to give me some motivation to show up at office for the crappy work.

It’s going to be difficult to get used to doing things without Mom. Coming back to an empty house, waking up on time for office instead of lazing for an extra 15 mins, will have to search for company to go anywhere, cooking my instant meals instead of having hearty, heavy meals.

Everyone just expects me to be able to bear it, as I have been handling it for so many years. “Handling” is an easy word to say – doesn’t describe the hours I spend thinking of a way to leave and join my family, the hours I spend consoling myself when I can’t find a way, the hurt I feel when relatives casually ask me, “Oh, you like Goa so much? That’s why you’re not going to your family?”.

It especially hurts when Mom is preparing excitedly to leave. I know, I know, Dad and my brother need her more than me. I can’t say all these things to Mom, as she would surely feel bad, so my rant here. ๐Ÿ™‚

Thanks for reading ๐Ÿ™‚


22 Things I Wish I Knew Before Starting My Blog. โ€” Sim’s Jollies & Jaunts

Reblogging this post – coz it’s the perfect amount of funny, true and factual.
More bloggers need to read it!
I found it on Trina’s blog:ย itsgoodtobecrazysometimes.wordpress.com ๐Ÿ™‚

It is super easy to start a blog here on WordPress. It takes under 30minutes and you are proudly a blog owner and excitedly typing your first blog post. Except you are like me then it will take you a week to come up with one. After publishing your first post, youโ€™ll feel a senseย [โ€ฆ]

via 22 Things I Wish I Knew Before Starting My Blog. โ€” Sim’s Jollies & Jaunts

Just for reads – 2

While walking towards the washroom, I think how people around would comment on the number of times I have already visited the place during the 5 hours I a in office. Then I say to my self, ‘Drinking water is good! Yeah, it results in many washroom visits but it’s good! Ignore everyone‘. I straighten my shoulders and saunter forward.

I open the door of the washroom, and look at myself in the mirror and shout out aloud ‘Shit!‘. ‘Damn my hair!‘, I think to myself, ‘All these stray ends stand up like I was a victim of electric shock!!’.

There are 3 stalls in our office washroom. I go towards the last one.

As I reach for the handle, the lock starts jiggling from inside, like someone inside is having a hard time unlocking the door. So, I move my hand away from the door and move towards the next door.

But, the jiggling gets louder and urgent. I turn back towards the door and ask, ‘hey, is the lock stuck?‘. No Answer. Yeah, I have that effect on people. People can’t hear me. This time a little louder, I ask again, ‘Oi, are you fine? Is the lock stuck?‘. Still no answer.

Now, I get a little worried, so I start knocking on the door, ‘should I call someone? are you fine?‘. That’s when the jiggling stops and the door unlocks.

I wait for the person inside to come out, but no one does.

So, I open the door and look in. At first, I don’t see anyone, which scares me. I can feel cold chills travel through me. Then I see Pooja standing, facing a corner, motionless, covering her eyes with her palms. I am too shocked to say or think anything now.

I muster a quiet, Pooja? but she stays the same, motionless.

I touch her shoulder, and she turns slowly with her hands still on her eyes. I ask again, Pooja? what happened? I touch her wrist and that’s when she slowly brings down her hands and I see her eyes are closed. I move away from her now. Being a person who freezes under pressure, I am in shock.

Slowly, Pooja moves her hands away from her face and brings them down to her sides.

I ask again, Pooja? Kith zalle?

That’s when Pooja opens her eyes and bursts out laughing.

Nothing happened re. Was just joking!’ ๐Ÿ˜›

Generations wars

That moment when I try to have a serious conversation with my mother, and she while staring at her phone, giggles and says, “Salman Khan got 5 years in jail”. I’m here discussing the woes of learning new recipes when she isn’t around and all she has got to say in the form of a reply is about Salman Khan, a random actor who I really don’t give a damn about! And I am sure neither does she. ๐Ÿ˜

And they say our generation is glued to their mobiles.

Ramblings: 29/03/2018

I start a conversation expecting some good insights or help in maybe sorting out the mess in my mind; and all I get is some illiterate, illogical mumbo jumbo which makes the mess in my mind worse than before. 

All I think during the conversation is how to stop it.

Is it just in India? Or is it in every family worldwide, that families are biased against certain relatives while they shower their love and sweet talk to other relatives however nonsensical their mentality seems to be.

Language barriers – 1

After a morning walk, I thought let’s treat myself with some good breakfast. So, I went to my usual haunt, to order a dosa (let’s say for the sake of this post it was “one” dosa). 

I went to the counter and stood there waiting for the man to give me some indication that I could start giving my order, or say he would come to my order in sometime. Nothing. Nada.

I waited for him to complete some transaction he had, then waited as he sighed and then atlast looked up at me and gestured for me to start giving my order. I didn’t really give this any thought as usual. Konkani? English? As I am more used to talking in English, I started my order, “can I have one masala dosa parcel.” And he looked at me strangely, sighed and started writing my order on a book. At the last minute I decided to have a cup of tea while waiting for the order so I told him so in Konkani, “ek cup chau inga boson pita han”///”I have one cup of tea here“.

That’s when he looks up and says, “tuk Konkani kolta dista. Kolta zalyar English kithya marli? Hau voilo dislo?”///” So, it looks like you know Konkani. If you know Konkani, why are you talking English. You thought I was an outsider?“.

Yeah, the conversation ended with me being all embarrassed and repeating, “Na Na Na”///”No No No“.

It’s really funny when we make assumptions about people.

Here in Goa, there are 3 main languages that work well – Konkani (let’s start with this as its the State language and someone may hit me on the head with a broom if I don’t), English and Hindi. Some families also speak Marathi, but those are predominantly Maharashtrian families. Correct me if I’m wrong any Goans out there.

I usually start my conversations in English when I’m feeling a little formal. Once I start getting familiar, I continue in Konkani. That’s how my usual language breakdown works out. Hindi spoken by me, which is the worst (I blame my parents for this ๐Ÿ˜‚) as witnessed by my friends, only comes into play when a person can’t understand a word of either Konkani/English.



‘It’s my birthday today, please have some cake’, I reiterated to every person in my office room; which basically felt like I was begging for their wishes. But the other alternative, which involves a mail being sent to all known colleagues (who may/may not know it’s my birthday) and then waiting for their arrival, seemed to be worse.

The doodle above was on my Google home page, which made me stare at the flames dancing around, for more time than required, with a huge smile pasted on my face. ๐Ÿ˜€

Birthdays are happy days, especially now that Facebook reminds everyone. ๐Ÿ˜› This year for my birthday, I got to cut two cakes, courtesy my godchild’s family and my office friends. ๐Ÿ˜€

Another year to fulfill wishes and learn new things!

BTW it’s my Godchild’s birthday today!
Happy Women’s Day!

Puppy Love <3

I reach home thinking of the movies I want to watch and my cozy bed.

As I open the main gate, my pups start jumping around, excited.

I park the car and let Livie free for her daily evening run/stroll.

And as usual, she runs off for a distance and comes racing back, and jumps up to hug me.

It’s almost like, Ohh! I forgot to hug mommy! ๐Ÿ˜€ โค

And as usual Appy is barking and howling like, Give me attention! Me! Me! Look at me! Come here! Come here! ๐Ÿ˜€ โค

Some routines are not worth changing. ๐Ÿ˜€ โค


Year 2017

It’s a little late for this post but the usual holiday laziness kept me busy and made me postpone writing this post. ๐Ÿ˜

This post is going to be the countdown of my most favorite memories of 2017. I may be the only person who would read it countless times in the years to come, but the smile on my future self is worth the long post. ย ๐Ÿ˜Š


The year started with the usual new year (2017) midnight mass with my family. Then back in Goa, the ever awaited event at office – Pulse started and it was amazing. The fact that I was off a full-fledged project was a big bonus for me.
Organizing the quiz event and the Kala Chasma/Zingat dance need a big mention! @Thwe, we kinda rocked it ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ
Yeah, I also managed to keep my kala chasma (sunglasses) on even for the Zingat song, which made friends who noticed laugh at the idiot that I am! ๐Ÿ˜


That’s Twinie and me with the medal(s) we won during the Sports day – the one day I deem myself sporty enough to stand around in the sun the whole day getting tanned. ๐Ÿ˜œ

I got my hair highlighted with purple color the second time (which was hardly visible on my dark curls). This time, Thwe gave me company and got the ends of her tresses colored red. Though I was kinda unsatisfied with the end product, during the next few months the fading color perfectly complimented my previously highlighted hair.

This is the month I got to work on something that actually had me interested in coding, before getting myself stuck in something I truly came to hate.


My favorite month right after none. โค

Owing to the fact that I would be completingย my quarter life that month, I decided to fulfill some of my wishes.

So, on the 15th I had a tattoo imprinted on my hand (didn’t want to disturb the tattoo artist on 14th ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) and got my ears pierced on the 19th.

I had my cousin – Joli accompany me for the tattoo and a friend – Pinky for the ear piercing (was a tad tipsy that day). I kinda freaked out when a baby started crying at the top of her lungs when her ears were pierced and I ended up pulling the hands of the guy piercing my ears, until Pinky gave me a slight warning. ๐Ÿ˜‚

IMG-20170219-WA0024On the 20th (yes, the day after I got my ears pierced) was my friends – Aksh’s engagement in Karwar. All dressed up we – Thwe, Twinie, Ruddh and I travelled the 3 hours to the occasion.

Then came the 21st !! My birthday !! As the years go by, my excitement for this particular day decreases more. Like mehh cake, mehhh blow candles, But on one side it hurt (a liiiiitle) to have not cut a single cake – definitely a first. But mehhh life goes on. ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

The festivities continued with Pinky’s birthday which we celebrated at a nearby restaurant – Ben & Sands and then a visit to the beach the same night.

We helped in organizing the Cyber Champs event (the photo with the group all in black).
I painted a abstract painting for myย cousin. Just got the feeling to paint something and that’s exactly what I did! My first solo canvas painting :D.


This month was Bhi’s birthday.

My godchild is born ! She was born on the 8th of March, so currently she is 10 months young, waddling along holding her dad’s hand, pointing at everything and trying out her vocal chords. I am not going to be adding any photos of her here any time coz you know they say bhuri nazar and all, and I really don’t want to risk it!


April brought along many celebrations.

We started the month with Aksh’s Bach. The Pune girls came forย the celebration, which made it perfect from the beginning.ย We had lunch, massage session, paintball, ross omelet stop and then finally the dinner. To say we had fun would be a really bad understatement. ๐Ÿ˜‚

The next day, I got to spend the day with Niee and Shub who were supposed to leave that evening. Shub went with her college friends. Niee got her second tattoo and then we went to try out the famous Jess’s Fish Thali (famous in our friend circle at least).

Then on the 21stย was Nesh’s wedding !!! Didn’t get involved much in his wedding keeping in mind that he’s a good friend. Come to think of it – guess there’s a very fine line between being friends as colleagues and being friends.


Genius’s birthday!

Aksh’s wedding and reception ! 14th and 20th were respectively the two occasions and we enjoyed a lot!

Pearl’s baptism: it was my Godchilds baptism on the 21st. The day I became officially a Godparent. ๐Ÿ˜ย Yeah, every time I held her she screamed her lungs out, but who knows she may like me later? :S


Hmm… June, June, June, don’t remember anything important during this month.

Thwe’s nephews birthday, where we hogged and played games. ๐Ÿ˜€

I guess we started our swimming lessons this month. We being – Bhi and I. We “learned” to freestyle, and that’s it. Apparently we didn’t have the strength to even try out the other strokes, like the butterfly stroke which made us look more like frogs. ๐Ÿ˜€

I went to visit mom, dad this month. Had the most calm, worry-free weekend.


Aksh’s birthday

Preparation for mom dad’s arrival: mummy daddy were arriving on the 1st of August, which meant I had to make the house spic and span before that. Which meant double checking for dust bunnies, sweeping and mopping every corner of the house. Amazing workout!


mom dad are here ! Mummy, Daddy and my brother reached as expected on the 1st and as I had planned I spent almost the whole month working from home. Like some researchers say – 21 days are more than enough to get used to anything. Getting used to being around family is something that takes less than 21 days. Especially missed were my brother’s snide remarks on everything. When they left it just made me feel out of place here.


Yeah, I spent most of September moping around, missing my family. Wish there was a better way to be with family without any restrictions like would I get a job, would it give good pay, etc. Being away from family for a long time, makes you kind of realize what you are missing.

At the end of the month – had to travel to visit mom dad for some official work and the weekend was free of the usual debates, which made it even more better.


Start of diet. I made a vow when I was with mummy that I would start a diet once I was back in Goa, and that’s exactly what I did. Dal Chapatti, Steamed veggies and fish, lots of water and fruits, and porridge!!! Included was a minimum of 30mins on the treadmill.

Planning for spinsters party. Yeah we planned for Pinky’s spinsters party.

Yada. Yada. Yada.


Continued diet.

Pune !!! After years of postponing this trip, I actually went ahead with it this time! And excluding the few necessary issues, we had the best time ! Bestest best time !! Hard Rock Cafe !! โคย Thwe, if you are still reading: whenever however we should go again !!!! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Thwe’s birthday!

Prep for sangeet, which included practising our dance ๐Ÿ˜‚ staying awake for hours late at night! That too on workdays, ending up in me roaming around like a zombie at office.


Genius and Pinky’s sangeet and wedding!!

This month was made up of dressing up and going for so many weddings !!! 7 weddings is an all time record for me.

Work was bad but managed it though.

Jazz’s last day ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Then at last peace, when I left Goa on the 19th to celebrate the holiday season with Mummy Daddy.

Christmas and New Year was as usual the same with family. Happy and comforting. ๐Ÿ˜Š just being around family is more than enough during these occasions.

THE END – Year 2018 *-)

I thought of adding a lot of photos and adding some color to this but that’s lots of photos to upload and insert so, this is the best I can do.

Christmas Time!

It’s that time of the year again!

The cold winter mornings when getting out of your blanket cocoon seem to be the worst idea.
Christmas songs playing on the FM, letting us know that Santa’s coming.
Decorations on display en mass everywhere.
Everyone awaiting the days to pass till their leave starts. ๐Ÿ˜€

Can’t help getting into the Christmas mood. โค ๐Ÿ™‚