Blended by Demand

I am not a stranger to travelling alone on flights. But for the past 4+ years my travel is always with my two little munchkins.    I did take couple of work trips in domestic flights which are short and my colleagues were with me providing company. So when I started planning this trip to get  Saharsh  back to Columbus, I realized I have to travel alone one way. And I assumed I will enjoy that quiet time or me time. I am wrong and I realized it in the first leg of my flight. I hated each lonely moment, hated the silence since there is no crying or continuous chatter with never-ending questionnaire, hated when I ate my food where there are no spills or gulping, hated sleeping long without the little warm body touching me or disturbing me every 5 minutes, hated navigating easily through the layovers without hands full of luggage or restroom breaks, hated for not able to use the tiniest bathroom multiple times, hated when I was able to use bathroom pe...

Its tough reading and completing nonfiction for me. Talk about autobiographies.  😖  Autobiographies are not easy to read through. In my view, it’s like reading through their personal life which is neither exciting nor fun. Some find it interesting but after some 30/40 pages I lose it. Becoming is a bit different from my experience. I don’t know if that is because of gender or working mom or because of her honest voice. Couple of months back one of my good friends in Columbus generously lent me this book. At that time, I was in the middle of a nail-biting fiction book. So, could not drop it and took my time to complete my current reading list and then picked up “Becoming” few weeks later. It was one of the good books I have read in the last few years. I cursed myself for not starting it earlier. Choked reading some of her experiences, liked her  wittiness  and got inspired in many instances. I decided to list few of my takeaways since everything is fresh in my mind. ...

ABCD – If you are one among the Thousands of Indians living in USA, this term is not a new one to you. American Born Confused Desi is a sarcastic term used to address the kids that are born to first generation Indian immigrants. Couple of years back my best buddy introduced me another counteractive term to address the people who use ABCD. DCBA – Desi Confused by America. At that time, it did not make me any sense but felt more humorous. But as I spent the next 10+ years of my life in USA, I am understanding the significance of this term and its applicability towards me. But in a slightly changed way… DCBH – Desi Confused by Home. Every year around December my workplace is shut down for a week to 10 days which makes everyone to plan trips or have vacations. At that time, one question I get bombarded with(from my colleagues) : Are you going home? Every time I hear that “HOME”, my brain starts playing a tricky game and confuses me more. And this home thing stings me har...

10 Year Challenge!! This is the hot trending contest which is swamping through the social media. Its to share the pictures of 10-year-old to current. It includes self or best buddies or changes in their life or environmental effects. It is very nice to look and read through all these posts. In a way it helped me understand about some of my new friends whom I met in the last decade. Reading through all these pushed me in to my memoir mode. What have I done or achieved in the 10 years. A Lot!!! Not because I got married or had kids or went through life changing moments. But I did see lot of changes in my PERSONALITY . 1.      Extroverting : I am an introvert by nature but in the last decade I have been drifting slowly to other side. Not saying I am an extrovert now, but I can feel some change. My meter is slowly moving down in one while counting up in the other. This might be from my experiences or situations. If people from my previous decade met me n...

Monday ,7.30AM. Driving to work… Mom S: Hello Cutie Pie, How are you? Baby S: Gaah.. paatyiooo…chiyoo. Laa… gaa Mom S: Ohh is it, looks like you had a great day . Did you eat good? Baby S: taaaa..saaa..kadaa..waah… Mom S: No honey, you have to complete the food. It will make you stronger. Baby S: gaaa..taaa..paaa…yeeee Mom S: Ok, that sounds good. Make sure to complete everything tomorrow. Take care, bye. I hung up, turn off my car engine and pick my things from the car. It is still dark outside(Thanks to the longer darker winters) as I walk in to the office and then to my cube. Many people are busily peeking in to their monitors around my desk but most of my team won’t make it until 9. Which means I still have sometime before my meetings kick in and the week keeps me busy. I slowly unwrap my Egg sandwich and start memorizing my conversation with baby S . Though it is my routine conversation as I drive to my work I will be left with a heavy heart for few minutes ...

Wrap up 2018! As year comes to an end it is good to reflect and see how the year has progressed.  May be its full of good memories or taught you some life lessons or experiences to further improve yourself.  It can be anything but it is always good to look back and analyze all those. Until few years back I am not a big fan of these kind of things and just skimmed thinking it as another year. It is after starting my self evaluations at work I realized a need for it to do in my personal life too. Professional self evaluations made me understand the weak zones and prompted for the improvement. At the same time it patted me for all the achievements. That spirit helped me to approach the failures with positivity. Personally, this is a little troubled year but like the fictitious bird Phoenix, I surpassed each obstacle and reshaped myself from each one of it. Sometimes we make bad decisions that will end up with a result that is not desired and sometimes that will be unnoti...

Motive to restart my blog is not only to improve my writing skills but also wants to have a platform that can serve as memoir for the kids. They can learn how the things are when they are growing up, what Amma bragged or cared and to keep them informed on their witty events while growing up. I don’t think I will remember each and every naughty thing they are doing now. Bazingaa… whos memory is going to be like that? Can any one narrate 20 years of past life. AAaah may be some but definitely not all of them. Probably Sheldon Cooper also not, right? Below conversation belongs to this category. I did not change my last name after wedding. I am one among the few new genx women who prefers not to. There are couple of motives behind this complicated decision. 1.       Lot of legal things involved. Since I came to USA prior to wedding and lot of IDs are tied up with my maiden name. And this list includes but not limited to.. passport, DL, SSN, Bank account...

As my alarm snoozes 3rd time at 5.40AM, I realize it’s time for me to get out of the covers and make me prep for the busy day. I will not be able to get back to my darling bed for 17 more hours. I should say 17 hours of multi-tasking various things between work, kids and home. Staying in US for 12 years with approximate 8 years of automotive career granted me few perks (machine dependency) but at the same time did not free me up from doing daily chores.(Yeah women still has to take sole responsibility of certain things at home though she is working full time, sick or simply tired). Sometimes that makes me feel I am caught up in this maze forever. At the same time people who look at me feel I am a super woman who can command others fierce fully at work, hop on to a semi-truck which looks like a beast and make it function correctly, cook three hot meals daily, make things run smoothly for home, organize fancy parties and at the same time attach machines to my body for feeding infant w...

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