On Turning the big 3-Ohhh! :)

Exactly a week ago, I turned 30. There I said, 30..Three..Zero.. 30! I do not know why I felt the need to say it out as many times as I just did. Maybe it was to see if I feel any different, maybe it was to see if I said it as many times I would develop some magical powers that could change a few things in my life.On retrospect do I need those magical powers? Maybe not, If i look carefully I did have those powers and they were what made my 20’s the decade I left behind so magical.

The 20’s have been amazing to me, I did most of the things that most people do when they are in their 20’s. I feel privileged to have had that opportunity, to experience all those things I did. There were fireworks, first kisses, broken hearts,being broke almost always,the first ridiculously expensive shoes I bought, the first job, meeting my soul mate and many many things that make it a decade that I was worth remembering. There was a lot of figuring it out- “it” being so many things-life,career, education, the one. Now that I am done figuring at least most of it- I am excited to be 30. Those 10 years made me an adult. And I am thankful for it.

Turning 30, is full of exciting possibilities, I know who I am and well, mostly what I want (though the other half might beg to differ). I know that there is no one responsible for my happiness..except for me (cliched), but it is amazing how so many of us know this but refuse to work on it. I know that no one can take my accomplishments of the past decade and no one else can accomplish new things except for me. I spent the last few years of my 20’s being angry and disappointed with myself, with some of the choices I made, with my bad luck and wishing I could live the lives of those around me. The more I wanted that, life told me in not so kind way that you can’t wish to live someone else’s life, you have to live with what you have and the make the most of it, Yes, there will be people who are disappointed with the choices you make, you will be disappointed with the choices you have made but there hey, you can’t please them all, now, can you? And while they tell you how disappointed they are, hopefully there is something that you can take away from it.

So while I look back on the decade that has passed, I hope that some of the learnings from the last decade can be put to good use in this decade. I hope to forgive more often, take care of myself and my short comings. Remember and work on being the master of my destiny and be the touch of sunshine in the lives of the people who I may cross paths with. I have always been one to celebrate and I celebrated bidding my 20’s and welcoming my 30’s in style. I did the spectacular Sydney Harbour Bridge climb (that is another post altogether) and as I stood on the summit looking down on the beautiful city, the sun shining on my face, that at that moment, there was no one else like me, that what I did was my own achievement and no one else could take that away from me. So there I was smiling from ear to ear and proud of the way I embraced 30. You will be kind to me won’t you?

Updates from Down Under :)

A post now has become extremely mandatory before my dear blog dies a lonely death!:)

Updates from the last post..I have more or less comfortably settled into my Aussie life. There are days with its high and days with the lowest of lows.The lows being the job hunt with no visible results to be seen and the highs being the new place, lovely friends who have brightened our otherwise lonely existence.

With my long holiday from work still continues..all those things that i promised myself while being on this kind of break I still haven’t implemented. I still haven’t gotten around to posting all those posts lying in my drafts, wanting to start a food blog has now been burnt on the back burner its been sitting for so long ( considering I can’t keep posting on this regularly, i don’t even wanna think of what would happen to that),I still haven’t kept up on the regular walking that I would go on despite having a park right across the road, the weight issues still remain to weigh big on me .

While on the brighter side I have slightly brushed up on those photography lessons long forgotten with the purchase of the new camera.I have discovered a few places in the city that are my favourites; Darling Harbour topping the list from among the many other in the list.

I turned a year older a few weeks back, kept telling the husband that it doesn’t feel like it’s my b’day. The weather had been crappy all week through so much for the so-called summer we have had! I felt so home sick and wanted to cry when someone from home called or wished me on chat…ya that’s how home sick I was.

The husband as always had something up his sleeve he got me a small piece of cake to cut at 12,took me shopping and took me to an Irish Pub for an awesome lunch. Dinner was planned with one of my closest friend and her husband…just that what came next I wasn’t prepared for.As I walked into their apartment, done up to resemble a lounge with the whole dim lighting, candles and the music that goes with it and friend’s screaming Surprise!oh Boy! was i SURPRISED or what! Never felt so happy in such a long time and trust me that was one among the best birthdays I had. That night we partied hard at home, dropped my drinks, laughed like maniacs, opened gifts and saw Sydney’s party scene and we got home at 5 am feeling happy and tired and ME was obviously very happy! 🙂

It’s at that point that I thanked god for the small mercies in life for the friend of mine for the last 10 years and the new friends that we have made in the last few months and also for a family that loves me a lot! 🙂

Mom’s b’day is exactly a week after mine, dad went out of his way this year and had a surprise cake with candle’s decorated to form a heart. Mom was definitely shocked and surprised more than all that me and my sis were totally touched by dad’s gesture…and realized that you are never too old to do anything for someone u love 🙂

Other than that, the biggest dream come true was watching the New year fireworks at the Harbour Bridge…and for those who know me and how much i love drama the fact that i was so overwhelmed by the whole setting i actually had tears rolling down my face *sniff * 🙂 was something along with the whole experience that I will never forget.

Me and the pati completed another year of being married. The adventure seems to be getting better the 1st year we spent setting up our home in Chennai and the next half of the year dismantling it to come here. But through this journey of being married I realized that my husband compliments me perfectly, where I fail to see reason he manages to make me see it, brings in the humour to dry up the tears that i seem to have plenty off and sometimes just nods his head in disbelief at the things that he has to put up being married 🙂 God knew I wouldn’t survive with anyone else and I am so thankful I am blessed with him in my life and he makes the meaning of family complete 🙂

It feels wonderful to have written this post to know that brain has not rusted. I guess i should write more often i does make me happy.

good bye Chennai…and hello Sydney!

This post should have been up long time ago! It’s been lying in my drafts for almost a month now. The packing and shifting had taken a toll on me, i was stressed, angry, sad and ill and missed not having my husband see me through this. But here I am now in Sydney. Living in a city where at the max 4 people know me and craving for a masala/podi dosa along with a hot cup of filter kappi that reminded me that this post was lying in my drafts.

This one’s for all the people that miss.. family and friends and good ol’ Chennai/Madras 🙂

How..how is it that I am going to pack 10 wonderful years in this city into three suitcases? 😦

The more i think about it the grief sets in for the amount I have cribbed about wanting to leave now , more or less every bit of me wanting to cling on to good ol’ Madras.I have vivid memories of this city from my first trip, when Alsa Mall, Cisons Complex, Fountain Plaza were popular hangouts along with Spencers.I dnt remember when I chose this city but somehow think it was viceversa…otherwise 10 years here and i still would love to call it home! 🙂

As I write this flashes of 10 years whiz by right in front of my eyes.

A few weeks from now, its going to be a completely new city; where the streets have no names,where I am not going to bump into people I know,where pujari’s are not going to zip past me on their mopeds,the horrible traffic jams when it rains, the beach,the icecream session late at nite on the beach and the familiarity that the known brings,I know i’d miss. The narcissit me 😉 would miss being stopped by strangers who ask what kajal pencil i use, or that my face looks familiar and if i do advertisments etc. (Now you know y i call myself narcissit :P). I would miss passing by college and start my stories about the place like it is a historical monument!I have had people asking me to shut up only coz they could replay every story of mine 🙂 i would miss arguing with the husband as to who knows the city better and the desperate fights to prove I am right.:)

I will miss places that have never disappointed my foodie cravings, i would miss homes that gave me more than food and bed,the open terrace, loads of love and warmth that the lonely girl in the city never felt she was far away from home. I love this city for the landmark moments of my life..the first outings, the first time i fell in love, the lesson learnt from heartbreaks,for people who saw me through when i thought the heartbreak would kill me and most importantly the person who was only a call away.For bangalore weekends that were extra special,the crazy ass almost blind date at Infinitea :), the music, the food and for being a friend who never once judged me with shortcoming et all accepted me 🙂

I’ll miss my workplace for the crazy parties, friends who made work fun, the wednesday nights, the lunch sessions, the photography sessions..the place that kept sane and insane 🙂 I love the fact that if it werent for this job i wouldn have met my better half! I would miss the view from my desk..the lazy dog and the sweet baby who are part of the daily routine.. i dnt know them but yet again the familiar scenes brings a comfort that i am about to give up. I will miss night stays and the friends who were part of it..the startling discoveries, the laughter , the dance classes. The ups and downs, the bajao session by bosses,the clients, the media all of it. The friends i have, the fun I had,the awakward moment when the friend was desperately trying to get the opposite person interested in her client’s work and all he did was talk to me 🙂 I have memories of a crazy valentine’s day of eating vada pav in Sowcarpet and taking a drive down to Marina beach to shoot ballons 🙂

Lastly, i will miss my first house..my own that i set up.. from choosing curtains to buying each and everything it pains the most taking it all down.There things to which i m extremely attached, every memory that comes to life when i am giving off my things.

It hurts but then you have to let go of the old to make new memories… its something unpredictable that lies ahead..but in the end its right and i hope I have the time of my life.It’s going to test every skill that i possess. A new place, a new culture, new faces to be friends with while the old ones will still stay fresh in my memory.The fear of not being able to close my eyes and give directions..i’ll miss that.

Like someone told me a few days ago “what would we do without memories” .. i have truck loads of them i can flip through, play each one over and over and be thankful for the people that crossed my path if it werent for that wuld i have so much to look back at? 🙂

till we meet again 🙂 to old and new memories! Cheers!~