Coincidence or mysticism

The numbers 3, 6 and 9 have always been hovering around me throughout my life. I keep bumping into them all the time. Is there anything such as numerology? Are there lucky numbers, lucky letters, or lucky gems? People go through the hassle of changing their names, Ms. Kapoor keeps digging for 'k' worded-serials and some pop a bright blue turquoise on their fingers just to keep Lady Luck with them. But does the Lady Luck have such preferences? Or is it all just pre-ordained fate and pre-written destiny?

At this point in my life, the number 3 seems to be shadowing me. 

33 years - Jignesh has walked on this face of Earth.

30 years - I have.

3 years - Anushka is in her terrible three's.

3 months - Raahil has been around.

Now, is this a mere coincidence that we all are in our '3s', or is there some mysticism surrounding us?

Right from the floor I lived on, to the number of my car, my graduation certificate number, the birthdates of my family - and friends, everything has had my 'so-called' lucky numbers. There have been few dates and numbers which are not 3, 6 and 9, but that is something I can count on my fingers. The other significant figures have been innumerable, too innumerable to list. 

Well, whatever the case, one part of my heart says to believe in it, coz that kinda gives a sparkle to our life, a ray of hope, a somewhat-reliable expectation. But of course it is important to tread on the sands with an open mind too, so as to avoid disappointments. Balance is the key I suppose. So, go ahead, sparkle and shine, not in the sky, but as a glinting speck on a rock nearby.

Moved!

It was time for my blog to move. It was time to shy out from the cloak of invisibility to a more popular location where only sky is the limit. It was time to break free from cruel formatting and layout restrictions which are such a passe in this era of free virtual spaces. It was time to move on. 

And I wish to do this more gracefully than ever. I wish to give commendable appreciation and gratitude to MSN spaces for providing me an opportunity to vent out my angst, to pen down (or should I say 'key in') my thoughts, ideas and beliefs. However, as the wise men say, it is only modest and favorable to move with time and technology, I now invite you to visit me at this blogspot location and I kindly like to request you to leave your honorable comments which will always command my highest respect.

I must add that no moving/separation is without pain and I grieve to leave the precious comments of my friends as I can't carry them with me. However, I shall most definitely try to dedicate a blog to it which will serve as a continual source of inspiration for 'me and my tanhai.'

Thank you for your time.

Inspiration

My tasks and duties as a supermom have increased, infact doublefolded. And so has my aspirations, expectations, and inspirations. My latest inspiration is my little boy, Raahil. Contrary to popular beliefs that after a baby one just doesn't have any time at all, all newbie moms will agree with me that the feeding time is the best time to pick up a fone, dial a friend and catch up a bit. And if you are not talking, you are dreaming. And as for me, I am turning a bit 'poetic.' Raahil inspired me to reinvigorate, or in simple terms, retry my poetic flair, which I must admit has been quite a weak and a meek attempt, but nevertheless, worth a mention. So here it is.

 

He wants to be rocked,

He wants to be hold;

He wants to be fed,

He wants to be told...

 

Raahil, its burping time, its napping time,

its play time, its feeding time;

But does he listen to mommy, naah!!

He is the king of his destiny.

 

I will eat when I want to,

I will play when I want to,

I will cry when I want to,

and I will sleep when I want to;

 

So as I go through the day with my arsenal,

that consists of diapers, pacifiers and changing pads,

bottles float in my dreams,

as I try to catch up on my sleep;

 

Babies are work, babies are hard,

But somehow they cajole in giving us a laugh;

I gleem in joy when I look at him,

He is afterall my honey and cream.

 

Yes, all I have done is tried to rhyme,

I don't have a natural flair,

But something is better than nothing,

Might tickle a giggle, a snort, or mere chuckling. 

HeLLo uNcles,aunTies and frIenDs,
 
I have company now. 
 
My little brother arrived on July 30th, 2008 at 13:08 hrs. He tipped the scale at 7 lbs 2 ounces. 
 
We are going to call him RAAHIL. Daddy says it means "One who shows the way".
 
Mummy is back from the hospital and I will try to be her little helper.
 
Love,
aNUsHkA sHah

To find or not to find

Well, as my tummy grows, so does the pressing question in my mind. Is it a boy, or is it a girl? Is it going to be pink, or blue? Coming to think of it, this is a million-dollar question for any mom-to-be. Are you going to cave in or hold up with this unrelenting curiosity all bundled up in your big fat brain? Is it alright to go with the latest technology and find out the gender of your baby before time, or go the traditional way, hold it up and be surprised as all our parents and ancestors have been?

 

Some say, finding out whether its 'pink with flowers or blue with trucks' is like opening your christmas gift before christmas. I would partially agree with this. Some mysteries are best left at fate to be unravelled at the pre-ordained 'right' time. But do you have it in you to hold up? Does it make you comfortable that the ultrasound technician or the doctor doing your scan knows it but you don't? In short, are you patient enough to wait it out or you'd rather kill the surprise and be more content with finding out which color to pick for your nursery?

 

I have to say that there are some pretty good reasons why finding out will be more of an advantage than not finding out.

1. First would be to know the color of your nursery. Green and yellow colored-rooms indeed look very dull.

2. Picking out baby clothes. The pink and blue ones are unbelievably cute. Looking for unisex onesies can be quite a task.

3. Cuts your name-finding efforts into half. Picking a name that both mom and dad like is certainly not easy.

 

But are these really sound reasons to motivate you, or just plain lame? Afterall, the color thingy is just for the first couple of months. Once you have your bundle of joy in hand, you can go shopping again.

 

Well, Jignesh prefers 'getting surprised' as this can be one of the life's biggest surprises. I, for that matter, just find it extremely difficult to hold myself and wants to jump at the very slight instinct of knowing what it is. However, this time, I have led myself to follow Jignesh's path and find out how exciting can the climax really be. I would then be able to compare the 'i-know-it' with 'i-don't-know-it' and whether it's really worth it. The chinese calendar says it will be a girl; however, whoever I have met so far, everyone, from complete strangers to your friendly aunties, everyone has guessed it to be a boy. So its the ancient gender-predicting relic against the people. We'll see who wins.

Surprise baby shower

Giving a surprise baby shower party to a mom-to-be entails careful planning, plotting dramas, selection of menu, and some spygiri and not to forget, the chaotic conference calls. I have been a part of this devious scheming on previous occasions. However, this time, I was the victim. I shouldn't really say victim, lets say, the fortunate one, who got home to a lovely decorated house, complete with fully prepared big dinner and a great cake. Last Saturday, my NOVA gang decided to team up and make me cry. Well, they were partially successful. I was surprised, but I didn't cry. In fact I laughed coz of a last-minute discrepancy. Jignesh didn't give them a warning miss-call and so when I turned on the key, everyone was so busy with each other that they were more stunned on seeing me rather than the other way around. And why was I not so stunned? Coz truly speaking, I was kinda expecting them to give me a surprise shower. I just didn't know when and how. And Jignesh did a marvellous job at completely misleading me and throwing me off the tracks all thru the day that by afternoon, I was pretty sure there is no party today.

 

The last time, I was in Kansas where I had very few friends, my mother-in-law did do the traditional godbharai and we went to the temple, but thats abt it. I yearned for a baby shower with friends and fun. Well, this time, it happened. Not that I don't enjoy the traditional ones. Its just that the traditional ones can be more meaningful and 'traditional' with family and tonnes of relatives around. With friends, you just wanna have fun.

 

The guys did an amazing job at trying to pretend that they were pregnant with pressing balloons under their shirts. Though they ended up looking like they are 15-20 months pregnant which was hilarious. Mohan also suggested oh, this is so easy. You big-bellied girls just make a big deal out of it. Ya, try pressing a 20 pound bowling ball instead of a balloon and then speak. They also tried to guesstimate my burgeoning waistline with only a couple of them doing an accurate job. And to top the games, there was so much food, we could go on all night. They all left with a messy house but loads of wishes, though I have to say the wishes made up for the mess. My friends are very clever, aren't they?

 

I just want to thank all my friends. You didn't disappoint me.

Interesting facts about the bump

While this may not seem such an interesting topic for the male species, being pregnant makes me explore the so-called 'typical womanish' topics. Bump being a prime example. How I love my bump!!! I so want to wear the appropriate fabric that'll help me invite glares and glances from every known and unknown. I am proud to say that I love to show it off. Now don't imagine me lifting my shirt up to do so; I remain well within my 'desi' boundaries. Its just as simple as I don't want to hide my roundy tummy behind long cotton kurtis or tops. In my last pregnancy, I made Jignesh take my pictures at every month which I nicely categorized in an online album to be shared with everyone. This year, I have to admit, I have been a bit slack. But I have been a slack with everything this time. Right from avoiding caffeine, to eating the right amount of fruits. I guess it happens as you get used to the whole 'pregnancy' process.

 

Anyways, I want to share some interesting facts that have been happening putting the 'bump' into limelight. After all the focus on the Hollywood moms parading their bumps under Oscar gowns, you can see a plethora of swollen bellies all over the Internet. Just type in 'bump' and you'll be amazed at the sheer number of links that'll come up. The trend has changed. Women have grown to love their full figure and want to immortalize it by splashing it all over the net. Infact, inorder to do the above, the women have gone to the heights of getting their bellies casted in plaster and using it as a neat nursery showpiece. Howz that for going overboard? The creative-crazy women get a chance to decorate their casts the way they want to. Embellish it with beads or paint your masterpieces on it. Oohhh!! I have to say this doesn't sound too alluring to me. Makes my face all twitchy when I try to imagine this.

 

Morocco has an interesting tradition to ward off the evil spirits. The women in their third trimester have to get their bellies hennaed with beautiful intricate designs. Just like how we have the mehendi tradition in weddings, though its just on hands and feet. I love mehendi and its designs and I don't think I would mind getting my belly green. It is supposed to calm and soothe and help in easy childbirth. Well, for me, that sounds just pretty to me.

 

The vocabulary has changed its words for the same too. In the good ole past, they said 'going the family way' to describe the pregnant women. Now its more on the terms of 'knocked up.' India has its share of words too. From 'uska pair bhari hai' (I fail to understand the connection between the tummy and the feet) to the crude slang word 'matka,' the westernized indians prefer to refer it as 'I am preggy' or just 'I am expecting' (What are you expecting? It could be anything right?).

 

Anyways, while the bumps are being photographed, molded, and painted on, I am glowing with it trying to ignore the tremendous strain it puts on my delicate spine making me dwindle-walk sometimes as I defy gravity. Though this calls for additional shopping and with it, a strain on hubby's pocket too, I love it and I know I will miss it once I get through the process as I lose the attention I get. Till then, do keep dropping in to see my latest pics.

Absent-minded me

We just watched U, Me Aur Hum. If you haven't watched it, here comes the main part of the plot. Alzheimer's disease. This is what Kajol starts to suffer from after a few years in marriage. She starts to forget her address, her husband's name, the fact that she is pregnant, etc. Though this memory loss is not permanent. It waxes and wanes. Sometimes she is in perfect harmony with her life, and at other times, she walks around like a zombie.

 

I have been forgetful right from the time i remember. I have never once returned home with an entire shopping list 'ticked.' There have been instances when I have gone in my car, and come back in a rickshaw. I have left my bag in stores or parks, and just a few days back, some very important documents in a copier at Fedex-Kinko's. I have to admit that I have been lucky so far to get it all back. Imagine!!! even after 15 days. Are my symptoms pointing toward any serious cognitive problems, or am I just too careless? They say, forgetfulness is mostly since you are preoccupied and heedless to the current circumstances. Yes, a lot of times, I do tend to be preoccupied, and I do tend to multi-task, but is my brain just dumb enough not to be able to differentiate between the 'important' and the 'trivial.' 

 

The most hilarious episode that has been stuck in my grey cells so far has been the fact when mom and dad went for a vacation to Goa like 20 years back taking my younger brother along, and leaving me behind with my grandparents and my bua. They told me they are taking my brother for a tonsillectomy and I believed them all this time. How silly and absurd this sounds to me now, a tonsillectomy in Goa, i can't stop laughing. It was just last year during a family conversation time, when I came to know that it was just a 'kid-lie' and I was just a plain fool to have believed it all these years.

 

Events I remember; names and dates, safe-keeping places, I don't.

 

I am not yet roaming around like a zombie, though that could be spotted sometimes now that I have my pregnancy hormones to blame. The only problem I face with this forgetfulness is the wrath of my dear husband whose 'dates-and-numbers-memory' happens to be a lot stronger than mine. I fail to explain to him how my memory kids around with me. I hope this doesn't escalate into any serious problems later in life that probably will prompt him to go watch U, Me Aur Hum again.  He has all my sympathies.

Springy blossoms

The dead roads are suddenly alive with pink-tinged trees. Birds are chirping and yes, insects are crawling. The barren-so-far land is displaying different hues of pink and purple, yellow and orange. And no, this is not Barbieland. This is spring. Season Spring. Season Spring in USA. Heralding the arrival of life, after the so-dead icy, snowy, chilly, boring winter. Announcing that summer is just around the corner, just like the cuckoo bird in the cuckoo clock. The temperatures are getting better, though not as consistent as they should be. Some days are nice and warm, and some are well, not so warm, and not to forget the wet days. But nevertheless, the air is crispier as the outdoors beckon.

 

Its only in this part of the world that I see 4 distinct seasons. Spring, summer, fall and winter, each categorically different from the other with its unique characteristics. As opposed to the seasons in India, where one can't really tell one season from the other. Technically speaking, we do have 3 seasons, namely Summer, Rains and Winter. But 10% winter, with 90% summer interspersed with rains can hardly be diferentiated, can it? Though things are changing now. Cities like Mumbai are experiencing winter chills for the first time as the Mumbaikars put their 'stored-in-attics' sweaters and jackets to use for the very first time. Till then, they came out only on trips to the North. But I am most certainly not discussing the global topic of global warming. I chose to skip that completely. Call me environmental-unfriendly if you please. 

 

Spring is so much better than summer, coz summer comes with great warm days but equally infested with those annoying gnats, ants and insects. Out comes my mosquito repellents to be applied generously on my little girl before she steps out of the house. Out comes my ant repellents to be generously sprayed around the corners of my house to discourage the line of ants. Out comes the sunscreen lotions too to avoid getting darker than we already are. However, the goods outwith the bads. Out comes the capris, skirts, shorts, tshirts, and all the summer dresses while I am more than happy to suck the air out of the space bags all filled with bulky sweaters and jackets. Never was I so happy with spring and summer as I am now. Never did I dread winter as much as I do now. Never did I enjoy the visual treat of the verdant pastures right amidst my livings. Never did I yearn for flowers and leaves on the dry branches as I do now. Though I have to admit that while everyone is talking about getting different flowers to garden their lawns, I am a duh as far as the names of these flowers are concerned. The only flowers I recognize are rose, sunflower, hibiscus, and I guess that's it. Names like tulips and canterlilies and chrysanthums and god-knows-what-others bounce right off my head as I whirl and twirl my tongue trying to even say it right.

 

In any case, lets all enjoy the blossoms before they shed away. Lets all enjoy the colors before we go back to the dulls. Lets all be springy. Lets all blossom. 

My first opera

Disclaimer: I have no intention of warding off any potential opera visitors by this blog. This is solely my observations and impressions and you will notice that they differ widely from the worldwide opinion.

 

While I was in Vegas, I came across the ads for the 'Phantom of the Opera.' It said that the Phantom of the Opera is a rapturous spectacle, a must-watch. And after having watched Dil Chahta Hai in which Priety Zinta takes the not-so-serious-in-love Aamir Khan to one and he is mesmerized by it, I was always itching to go experience it myself. I started pestering Jignesh to go. The tickets costed a bomb but I thought this is the only chance I have. Considering that none of us had any tuxes or evening gowns, let alone the dressy dresses, we opted for the most inexpensive seat (which we do not regret). But if you are in possession of such a wardrobe, you must spend a little more, just to fit in with the crowd. I chose to pass the superficial showiness trying to comfort myself into getting atleast a chance to be in an opera theater.

 

Let me give you a very brief idea of the plot. It was a gothic love story set in an 1870 Paris opera house where the beast is madly in love with a beauty, who is not only achingly lovely, but has the most melodious voice. The Phantom, who is the beast, prowls the theater with a mask hiding his disfigured half of the face, cloaking his mad desire to make this beauty into a star and his lover trying to match swords with the sweet-boy rival. Inorder to possess her, the phantom captures her lover and threatens her to marry him. For love, she is ready to give her ultimate sacrifice until the Phantom realizes his folly and frees her of his mad desire.

 

My impression: Very good plot. Very well directed. Excellent special effects. Superb performances. But I just have my misgivings as far as the music is concerned. Music is the pivotal point in an opera, which is technically supposed to be a musical drama. But I couldn't understand half of what they sang or said, though it was in English, and after some point of time, the high pitched soprano voice just sat on my nerves and made me fidget. While the rest of the audience watched in awe, Jignesh and I sat looking at our watches every few minutes. And when we stepped out, I could hear snippets of "What an amazing show that was!!" And all I could do was nod in false agreement. Coz it was just very simple, We were bored.

 

After coming back home, I tried to google up a bit on operas coz the fact that I was not able to enjoy an opera, that is worldwide recognized as the most pleasurable art form, did bother me a bit. And guess what, I learned that there is not only a book on "Opera for Dummies" which I should have cared to read before going, I also learned that there are classes offered for both beginners, and connoisseurs to help enjoy an opera to its upmost. Anyways, I believe, you don't really need classes to enjoy an art form. You either enjoy, or you don't. Reading up a bit, yes, helps you prepare somewhat. But paying for those classes which I am sure must be as expensive as the opera seats is just too ridiculous an idea.

 

But I see an upcoming opera singer in my daughter. She sings just like those sopranos and to top it, she has these teeniest vocal chords to match. Maybe some day, I will require lessons afterall. 

Thank you guys!

I just wanted to thank the few regular readers I, oops, my blog has managed to create. Thank you Chetna, Rikta, Rahul (Londonwala), Deya, and would it be too immodest to assume a few anonymous readers. You see, apart from telling a few close friends, I never advertised my blog too much. You see my blog tends to shy away from expectations just like us mortals. Or does it tend to challenge you to bring out the best in you? Well, my next few blogs should make it evident what effect it tends to portray. But well, for now, I am glad that I have a little fanfare and may this attention bring prosperity to my blog. I will definitely try to write more as long as something touches my heart or mind or probably just for the heck of writing, but cetainly can't make promises. Jignesh tells me I can be a good politician. Aquarians are supposed to make good politicians, so says Linda Goodman in her book of sunsigns. For now, I am far from being a politician as I am on my way to becoming a second-time mommy. Alrite, now I make it official. Yes I am pregnant once again. Infact, this is a good time to make promises coz pregnancy starts giving you sleepless nights even before the arrival of your baby. And I tend to 'mentally' write my blogs as I lay wide awake in my bed in the middle of the night. But modest that I am, , I'll stick with the so-called 'diplomacy.'

 

Though I do have Jignesh as my best critic, would it be too much for my blog to 'expect' a few written comments on this webspace itself? Though I am not denying the pleasure the verbal and 'orkut-scrap' comments give me.

Shiny brighty Vegas!

Well, I am going to spare you of reading another 'marketing' article on Vegas coz there is no doubt that Vegas rocks!!! The little-less-than-3-mile Vegas strip has a lot more to offer than probably a big famous city like SFO. The glitz, glamour and the exhibitionist nature of the city has been well described and shown by media, both print and film. I am going to write on a the few things that were very striking to me on my recent visit that perhaps have not been very often discussed.

 

1. Tipping. They write "Vegas works on tips." What is with this tipping business? It starts from the very minute you take a cab drive to your hotel from the airport. You have to tip the cab driver. Then the luggage handler at the hotel. The shuttle bus driver for which you have paid your share of the ticket price. The pilot of the airplane that took us to Grand Canyon (infact he had a little brochure that clearly mentioned "Gratuities appreciated. $15 to $20 per couple is appropriate)." So now they are going to even tell us what is a good amount and what is not. Infact these tip boxes are so strategically placed right at the door that if you don't put in any bills, the box makes a face at you. Anyways, I have always failed to understand this tipping concept even at the restaurants. I am sorry but reasons like low base salary of the waiters and encouraging them to give you their best smiles and service fail to convince me. Well, I think, if you are in a service industry, it is your duty to smile and serve, and if you can't do that, you aren't performing your job well enough to sustain yourself. I do end up tipping just so that I don't come out looking bad and I do know that when I don't tip, I represent my country. .

 

2. Quickie weddings. Every hotel in Vegas boasts of a more beautiful than the other wedding chapel. With excellent locations, like with a waterfall backdrop, or situated in a nice like cottage just by the flamingo habitat, it invites more and more couples to lose their sanity for a bit and get married. I did see that there were a lot of planned wedding parties. Now how does one plan to get married in Vegas? The girl tells the guy, lets get married in Vegas. The guy is more than happy to have his bachelorette party in one of the Vegas strip clubs, while the girl get to wear her teeniest dresses and 'paint the town red' - literally. The bride roams around in her best outfits with either a veil announcing that she is the bride in the party, or parading a sash that says "I am the bride." Does this get you discounts in hotels or restaurants? I doubt that. But if thats true, I can perfectly understand the need for the parade. And what about the quickie weddings. The couple is on a vacation. They are holding each other's hands as they watch the dancing waters at the Bellagio's, right in front of the lighted Eiffel tower that epitomizes love and romance, or probably just too drunk to propose to each other in this sinful city. The guy tells the girl, "Lets get married." The girl is equally drunk or love-struck and immediately says Yes. Off they scoot away to one of many chapels and in a matter of minutes, they are married. The proposal, marriage and the honeymoon is at its quickest, - less than an hour. How abt this? I am pretty sure that the quicker they unite, the quicker they must be dissolving it.

 

3. I have to say that Vegas is a pool of the world's best talents. Gymnasts, acrobats, dancers, singers, magicians, musicians, you name it and Vegas has it. And not only does it have it, but it has the best of it. The Cirque de Soleil shows leave you with your mouth wide open and you can't help but give a standing ovation to the performers. If I look down from the airplane that is just landing or taking off, Vegas doesn't look too big. Then how does it house this multitude of talent under one roof? This definitely surprises me. And since celebrities always make it a point to show their faces once in a while here, you might get lucky enough to get one of their show tickets.

 

Well, my next blog is going to be on my first opera that I saw here. Thats a whole different piece I have to write about.   

 

He went to Jared!!

This was a must-write and I just kept putting it off. This is about Jignesh, who technically happens to be a complete unromantic 'cheeni kum' person, who tried his hands at learning the language of flowers, cards and gifts.

 

Last month I had my birthday. Let me not even start what a sad and a happy event a birthday can be, considering the fact that you are actually celebrating the always-increasing age. Well, the previous night we had been up watching a movie which happened to be such a drag, but Jignesh kept insisting to finish it. At midnight, we went up to bed. Coincidentally, Anushka was awake too. I am trying to talk her into getting ready for bed, while as I turn my head toward the bedroom door, lo behold!!!! what do i see!!!! Its my husband, let me reiterate, MY husband, grining like a 6-year-old with flowers and cards in his hand. Both of us just bursted out laughing coz we are so not used to these romantically conventional methods. This is the first time in 6 years I get flowers. They were beautiful, i have to say he picked a good bouquet. Though I never really got the flowers coz Anushka immediately proclaimed her ownership of the flowers while I got to keep the cards. I GOT A CARD TOO. Again, I was in fits and rolling while I was reading the card, obviously Jignesh accompanying me in this jolly experience. Next, he brings out a gift bag. and I got jewelery this time. "HE WENT TO JARED" - I have to say this aloud. It was a very pretty delicate necklace with longish but again delicate earrings. I am speechless. Anushka kept saying "wow" "wow" all the time.

 

Everyone likes to be pleasantly surprised at times, and so do I. And this was such a pleasant and an unexpected surprise from him that I am still basking in it's glory. And coming from a person who is so not used to this, is very very sweet. Well, my 'cheeni kum' husband afterall did decide to ignore the consequences of sinful indulgences (by which I mean sugar), albeit for a short time. I don't have a problem with that considering the fact that I have a hard time metabolising it too, hehehe.

 

May our lives be enriched with little pleasures that linger in your mind for a long long time. Amen!

Hibernation

Wow, i didn't quite realize that it has been more than 2 months of deep slumber for my precious little blog. Time to wake him up, don't you think so? The smell of victuals was sufficient for Kumbhkaran, well, lets see wat would be the stimulating point for this?

 

Well, to summarize what I really have been upto until now.....I tried to change fields. Tried to get some insight view of the ever-so-dreamy and ever-so-greeny software field. Programming is completely out of question. Those array declarations and logic can just float right above my head and I'd care less. Jignesh or I should actually mention all the IT husbands are of the opinion that "software testing is absolutely nothing. It's just click, click and click, just test if the application or watever it is works. Thats abt it." So after resisting the IT field, I decided to go back to school and try to learn some testing tools. I have to say I wasn't overwhelmed as I had expected to be. I needed to work hard but it wasn't so bad. But its vast. And 8 weekends of classes hardly suffice. After finishing the class, I learn I am expected to fake experience in my resume. Faking 2 to 3 years of experience will mean cooking up a lovely story about your "so-called" last project. By story, I mean a script, with every detail intact. This part of the whole process is what I find unnerving. I wonder if I will be able to bring myself up to do that. Though I can't completely deny the other excuse or a real reason or a fear factor, call it watever you deem appropriate, works its effects on me too. My condition about the work location. I don't really dream of commuting 1 hour 1 way daily which would mean leaving my girl for more than 10 hours at a daycare. You could call this a mother's guilt factor too. But I should have been ready for this before I started the class. Apparently, I didn't give it much thought. Do you really think this is an excuse?

 

Now that I dream of different scenarios of work and daycare situation, I don't really think I am up to taking up a full time job. Probably I have got used to staying and lazing around at home. But leaving Anushka for such a long time is just dreadful. Moreover, Jignesh doesn't work in the same town. So that scenario doesn't work well with us too. I have some more thinking to do. Or rather I can get back to my faithful blogging!!!