Guest blogger : The mister.
After asking and asking and asking for so long, finally I agreed to write a post B-), “BANG!” *gets hit on the head*, ok-ok it was actually me who asked :D
This little post is about my better half, about her good, her bad and her quirky side. The thought of writing a blog post scares me as this piece of text will be there FOREVER even after our existence in this world. For those who don’t know let me introduce her to you *inhales deeply* “Srividya Nambiar Koodali Thazhathu Veetil” AKA Sri with a little heart instead of the dot in ‘i’ , the way she writes her name on every little piece of paper wherever she finds it. She loves her name so much that she writes it everywhere, from a bus ticket to bathroom glass panels and if nothing else is available, my hand! Which also kind of shows her nature of giving attention to detail about things/people she loves. When I say about the things she loves, at times her love and affection goes to extreme violent actions like to name a few,
- Almost murdering a cat by inserting a bangle in its neck in the name of decorating! (don’t worry that cat survived, not sure of the rest).
- Bite marks and nail marks all over my hand (Well to be honest I am kind of immune to it now, and have withdrawal-symptoms if there isn’t any mark). She has few karate chops moves which is used on me from time to time. Basically her loved ones are at risk. Kind of happy that Diya is not here in UK :D
Jokes apart, Sri is very emotionally attached to people, even a slight disconnect will put her down to the rocks, it’s just so much she values the relationship and herself. The most self-respecting personality ever known to me. No, not making it oversentimental, so thats with it.
Jumping on from there, I have to mention this peculiar thing about her. If there is a human being in this world who is ''Solar powered'', it’s her. Yes, she is a Solar powered woman and I did not know that till we got married. During summer(or sunny days) she would have all the energy to turn the world inside out, but on a gloomy day she will mostly be inside the quilt like a kitten with just her eyes out blinking. She will get herself under a quilt, switch on some fairly lights, burn a candle and put some loud music. But again no matter how bright or gloomy the days are, nights are always same! she becomes this hyper active woman while I am running with my reserve power for the day.
With all her summer power draining out in Autumn, probably the best season for her, it’s usually scary as winter approaches. But hey! there comes December. By December she becomes one crazy Santa Claus in the whole town. For the whole of December the house is filled with Fairy lights, Christmas spiced candles, the only thing on TV is the Harry Potter series, the only song I hear is her ‘'Jingle bells Jingle bells’' humm and her only shopping is Christmas decorations or to bake cakes (FINALLY!! something in my favour).
Can’t miss to mention about her midnight meditations and prayers for snow and a white Christmas. I really do wish that one year we get to have a white Christmas. She would probably do a 10,000 feet jump if there is a guarantee for it. Yes she is THAT Crazy about Christmas, especially if it’s going to be white!
I may probably keep rambling on about her for 15 pages, but to keep it short let me just jot down some quick fire facts.
Evening: The one who makes me laugh and smile
Night: The night owl. Not just an owl, probably a cat? A hyper cat? which has taken some 16 shots of coffee?
Morning: Flat on bed. Just for analogy, the same cat which has taken 16 shots of tequila. Only just till she gets her morning cuppa.
Usual attire at home: One of my jumpers all day all week and all month before it wears out completely and then the next one out of my wardrobe .
Recently Skilled: Cooking, of course I am the guinea pig to test expired tin products too.
Phrase usually used: “I’m a Geeeeeenius” with her head lifting upward and her hand praising her. Usually it’s when I come up with some dumb Idea and she comes up with a better one.
Her day time pals: Squidgy the fat Squirrel, Gizmo the (bloody) crocodile and of course her good friends who are always there for her and can’t miss to mention her Amma.
Time most spent: In front of mirrors (not kidding we have 9 mirrors in our new home now).
Personality: Happy with little things. Hyper happy for big things. A bad dream can spoil her whole day. Impatient (almost for everything, even to open a package). Cranky (if hungry or with no less sleep). Gets irritated with my noisy tea slurps. Fussy about food and sleep (yet her favourite t-shirt says “no fuss”!!). A perfect mix of Phoebe and Rachel [Quirky and weird like Phoebe; messy, clumsy and dresses like Rachel] . Sometimes angry like crazy Ross and lovable like Chandler. (Sri doesn’t like the way I pronounce Monica, so no mention of her, and most of the time I am as confused as Joey!!)
Personality: Happy with little things. Hyper happy for big things. A bad dream can spoil her whole day. Impatient (almost for everything, even to open a package). Cranky (if hungry or with no less sleep). Gets irritated with my noisy tea slurps. Fussy about food and sleep (yet her favourite t-shirt says “no fuss”!!). A perfect mix of Phoebe and Rachel [Quirky and weird like Phoebe; messy, clumsy and dresses like Rachel] . Sometimes angry like crazy Ross and lovable like Chandler. (Sri doesn’t like the way I pronounce Monica, so no mention of her, and most of the time I am as confused as Joey!!)
Inherited skills: Art from her Amma(her doodles, paints and her inherent creative mind speaks for itself) and some Karate defensive and attack moves from her Achan.( I have to use pan lids to protect myself during such attacks)
She is always in for crazy acts for fun with me and always ready to run, if caught, as well.
Even this list will go on so let me stop it here.
Despite not being a professional writer or a photographer or a blogger, Sri has grasped it all ( to my surprise she was talking about HTML tags) and she surely does have all the ingredients to be up there as one of the best. This space that she has created with her continuous long hours understanding HTML CSS jargons, just to align the pic 1 cm to left? No wonder it has come out so good and there are some genuine followers too. I admire her perseverance to get it done the right way. If it was me I would rather leave it there 1cm to right rather than spending 8 hours to adjust it. (to be honest, that’s what we do in IT ;))
To the cutest genius I have ever known or there has ever been, thanks for letting me write about you on your space. Though it took a little time to hit the right note and rhythm of life to settle, despite reaching the depths of stress at times, I am happy that we are sailing through all the tides and you are standing by my side. Love you to the moon and the galaxies beyond… and back!
Your number one fan - Prakash :)
Twenty fifteen.
I had no intentions on writing this one, but it feels odd to bid adieu to 2015 without popping in a quick little post. With less than half an hour left to hit 2016, the house filled with aroma of cinnamon from the apple crumble cake which is baking away in the oven and the mister sitting next to me, i feel extremely content and happy. We celebrated new years eve by tidying up our home and unboxing what feels like the hundredth moving box and running out to the superstore only to find it closed an hour before. Giggles were shared, dinner has been had and we are waiting on devouring the apple crumble while watching the fireworks from the comforts of our home. The last night of 2015 and this feels perfect in every sense.
2015 has been one heck of a year with the initial half being extremely taxing on both of us. We travelled and laughed; cried and sulked, lost and found and will continue to do so. I can't think of a better way to begin 2016 with us being in our very first home. While everyone is going on about ''new-year-new-me'' shiz again, i just plan on being happy, content and the plain old me.
Hoping for good things. Happy 2016!!
This is home.
After almost a year of searching, over 42 house visits, a receding hairline and empty bank balance later; we have finally bought our very first home! This is a milestone in our relationship and words cannot describe the emotions and adrenaline running through our veins at the moment. Such high!
The land of sand: Dubai.
It all started on a dry afternoon in March, with a text from the Mr. "Fancy a trip to dubai for easter?", the text said. He loves travelling; that guy, but the prospect of meeting my niece was more than enough for me to get on board. A spontaneous trip was planned and tickets booked the very same day.
The journey didn't exactly have the best kickstart, with us being held inside the flight for over two hours before take off owing to 'technical difficulties'. Not the kind of phrase you would want to hear before a six hour flight. Something wrong with the left phalange I thought to myself, giggling and horrified in equal measures. (FRIENDS reference right there for ya!). Claustrophobic and just wishing they would let us out and be on a flight which has both its engine in working order, we waited.
Dubai welcomed us with a heavy sand storm. Typical. The minute we got out the airport everything was yellow, with minimum visibility or air to breath! Luckily, it remained a guest only till noon. The succeeding three days were filled with laughter and fun. We drove around giant sand dunes and 'DID NOT' freak out at the huge ascend and decent of the 4X4, the guys got on camels one of which nearly attacked Prakash leaving us in splits of laughter. We relished on arabic cuisine, went to Marina and witnessed what can only be described as fairylight heaven. I kissed Soul the dolphin and bought a swimwear worth 150 pounds because I was stupid enough to not take a spare set of clothes. Well, you win some, you lose some. Isn't that how it goes?
I haven't seen a better contradictory city than Dubai. Posh and luxurious but dusty, humid and hot. Vast and developed but busy and congested at the same time. Travelling from a place filled with greenery and lushness to a dry, posh city with never ending sky scrappers was definitely a change of scene for us. I just wish it wasn't as dry and humid as it is, unless which, I would pack my bags and move to the land of sand in an instant.
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