Wednesday, November 9, 2011

9/11/2011-Just another day in my life! ;)

Yeah! I'm no genius when it comes to giving tacky or catchy titles! :P Well, I'm not THAT bad but I can't be asked! :-/ Today is not a very exciting, fun-filled day! Just a cloudy Wednesday in Oxford! I've finally started to eat food that's started going bad! This always starts a few day's after amma makes her way to India! Each time she goes I ask her not to cook anything for me but she obviously, cooks every vegetable she possibly can (yup! I'm more of a veg fan than the non-veg's. Have got a bit tired of the non! It's all right occasionally but not on a daily basis.) She does this to free herself of the guilt of leaving me alone in England and making her way to India every few month's to see appa. What do I end up doing? I embark on a race to try and finish everything off before it starts going bad! My problem is that I was brought up in a house where we were strictly prohibited from throwing food away. I thought of all the kid's who couldn't have a day's meal, either because they couldn't afford it or because they didn't have access to any food which they could buy. This meant that I even ate food that has started going bad which eventually leads to tummy upset; all for a clear conscience! Today's breakfast was 2 slices of toasted brown bread with carrot thoran (south-indian dish) I usually love it but the carrot thoran has lost it's taste which means it is in the first stage of going bad! Still haven't finished my breakfast and have been sitting with it for more than an hour! The lack of taste has curbed my appetite but will I throw it away? Definitely not, I will eat it; eventually! Yesterday, half a bottle of curdled milk went down the drain. Now that was something I couldn't do anything about. I have a cold and the only way milk enter's me during that time is through coffee but I use very little milk in my coffee. Always need a dark brown mug of coffee, if I can be asked to drink it, that is! I'm not much of a coffee-tea drinker. I do have the occasional cups but that's when I need to warm myself up after a shower or after a walk in this frigid country! But I usually opt for a sugar-free mug of green tea or a mug of different flavour-infusion's when I'm cold. All this is not because I am a health-addict! It's just that I believe being addicted to caffeine is the same as being addicted to nicotine or alcohol! I've seen how my mum can't go an evening without a cup of tea. She get's a headache! Plus, my appa and brother ain't much coffee-tea consumer's. So I'm used to not having them.
So, how has my day been so far? Not too good. Yesterday's problem's have sort of carried on. I was asked out by a guy. Why did I say no to him? I know what I have for him is pure infatuation and I believe it's the same in his case. You see, there ain't many people my age out here; i.e., from Kerala. So you end up having those kind of emotion's toward's anyone your age. Especially when it's someone like me because I always open up to people quite quickly and because I've been brought up in a boarding school where there are people from different background's, I know what pleases someone and what doesn't. But that means they don't know me as well as they think they know me. I can be quite high maintenance; well not as much as many I know but you should always compare yourself to someone who is easier to maintain than you. Otherwise there won't be any space to improve yourself and a human being is never perfect. So improving yourself is an on-going process; throughout your entire life. As a matter of fact, the moment you stop doing that you have just lost the whole point of living.
I always speak out my opinion. People think it's always good. But it depends on your circumstances and surrounding's. Especially in a country like India it's not always appreciated, coming from a girl. However modern my extended family think they are there have been many instances which have made me realise that upto a certain point a girl has her limitations. She is taking a risk when she speak's her mind. Not my father, mother and brother though! I'm blessed to have a family like that. My father has always treated me with equal respect and freedom as my brother. Which is why I would never take advantage of that freedom! I've always thought that when it comes to my life I would be taking decision's for myself but I've realised recently that I am more complex than I realised. I share a mutual respect with my father. I know that if I like a guy I can make my father understand. But I also know that I will only like a guy whom my father will like because the guy I chose will have the qualities that can help me reason with my dad. Vice versa, if I don't find someone and if my dad chooses someone for me, I know he won't force me into it. He will give me my space and let me make my own decision because he trusts me with it. Having grown up in a boarding school means I'm quite independent and quite capable of taking care of myself and loved ones. But ofcourse, there are those times when a girl wishes that she want's nothing more than a man to protect her and take care of her. In my case, my father has done it quite beautifully, when he possibly could for the past 19 year's. Actually 17! He saw me for the first time when I went to Muscat after I turned 2! :P Don't ask! I still torture him for that! :D How can you not take a leave and go to India to meet your new-born daughter, being a father. Amma say's it's because there was a few problems associated with having to leave me in my mother's family's care because thing's were inconvenient for my upbringing in Muscat and my mother's sibling's weren't appreciating that their parent's just finished taking care of my brother till he turned 4 and a few month's later; me!! My grandparent's had no problem but India is, and will always be a collectivist country that follow's collectivist ideals! At times it has it's advantages; but mostly disadvantages since it can lead to lack of privacy. I prefer people following a mix of both, individualistic and collectivist ideals. It lead's to healthier family ties. I love it when many families live together. Yes, there will be a lack of privacy. But have you thought of the benefit's? Children brought up in those setting's learn to adjust with anything life throws at them. They also develop a sense of sharing and caring for each other. Growing up with people of different age groups, they will develop a sense of adjustment, sympathy and empathy. Many children in the same locality means they will have intellectual stimulation and they also grow up to become responsible individual's from having to share chores. Another very important benefit that hold's great significance in today's world: it reduces the need for instant materialistic gratification! The whole recession could have been overcome if everyone was brought up in such a way! Adult's too, are benefited. They can put forth their thought's and opinions to the elder's in the family and get a second opinion before they do anything that can be life-altering. After all, they have probably been through this and are more wise! It also gives you more confidence since you have someone else's support. I know the whole "large family situation" is not quite applicable in today's world with people having to go in search of work to different corner's of the world and thus losing touch with their own blood. For e.g., I have no clue what sort of people my cousin's in US are! :-/
Coming back to the issue at hand. So yes, my father took utmost care of me for that long. So would it be right on my part to disappoint him to please someone who I have known for what? Two years tops! He might think I'm not living my life and I'm too engrossed in pleasing other's in my family. But no, when I thought of it there would be many reason's why my dad wouldn't want him as his son-in-law, after all there is nothing my father want's more than a good future for me. Infatuation's and emotion's of those type will come and go but the love a father has for his children is ever-lasting; almost as much as the love God, my father has for me! :) (Damn! Nobody get's me like him! He's pure genius! ;D ) The reason I had fleeting emotions for this guy was only because of the loneliness I feel out here. The absence of my father and brother has left a large void in my life and these sorts of emotions are just my way of trying to fill that void but I don't think a guy who knows me for just a year and a half can understand me as well as my father. Actually no, I should say my brother! Now that guy is one awesome dude! There are things my dad could NEVER understand which my brother get's even without me having to say it out loud! I swear, the woman who get's him is blessed! I'm not saying this because he's my brother! He gives women sooooo much freedom and RESPECT! After-effect of having been brought up with someone as competitive and "equal-right's" person as me, I guess! ;D The more you get to know him, the more you start loving him. He is no hunk! But wouldn't you rather spend a life with a sensible, good-natured person? I'm not a hunk-person. It has and will always be cute over hunk for me. I learned in psychology that that is because of my personality. Women who prefer hunk's are completely the opposite in behaviour and lifestyle to those who prefer cute! (I think too much and psychology lessons help me make sense of all the nonsense I think! :D )
So, to sum it all up, what I had for this guy only arose due to the absence of the care and protection my dad and brother embodies. I was growing tired of having to fend for myself AND my mother who only complained about everything to me and never stood up and spoke her mind out loud to people. A woman always needs a man's support in one way or the other, how much ever you oppose it. Vice versa as well. Why do you think my mother keep's running to India every few month's. The moment appa find's out amma has a few week's leave he tell's amma to get a ticket to India and makes everyone else in the family believe that she is required in India immediately for something very important! LOL! Who does he think he is fooling?!! After all, I am HIS daughter and none of his sly plans go unnoticed by me! :D About time he realised that his girl's grown up, don't you think?! ;D (LOL! not going to happen! I'm always his little baby girl! ;) Not that I complain! It has it's own advantages...only a daughter can understand that! ;D )

P.S. I don't read through what I write again before posting. (too long and I'm lazy! ;D ) So if there is anything that you find offensive, forgive a 19 year old for her lack of insight and wisdom! :) I'll hopefully get there sometime in the future! This is more like a diary for me than an article.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The point of starting to blog? Losing my English vocab and i need a place to vent!!

I know it's a long post but bear with me if you can! :)
I am living in Oxford which probably arouses question's in people's mind about the title of this post mentioning me losing my vocabulary! Let me explain...there are one too many Keralites in this place, most being not the sort of people I usually acquaint with. Moving here, I found it a challenge to get along with them; not just adults but even girls my age. Whoever thought me moving from Kerala had to 'dress down' to get along with them?! Yes! It was utterly shocking for me! It's true, studying in Choice School (Kochi) had accustomed me to a world of dressing up that I had no idea about back when I was in Muscat (yeah, you will slowly come to know of the 7 different school's I've studied at! The most I have been in one school is from 4th to 8th; in The Choice School. I was in boarding.) but I found it utterly humiliating when a top with an open neck was picked on or a skirt with Indian print was said to resemble a bed sheet! They wouldn't realise the fact that they had been away from India for too long and know nothing about Indian fashion! I found their choice of Indian clothes extremely disgusting and gaudy. People in the US and UK have an affinity towards eastern clothes with too much sparkle and glitter. Their choice of western clothes might be fabulous (not when it comes to girls in this locality though, I have to say!) but they wear eastern clothes that will make even people in the east cringe! But I didn't say a word to them since that was my 'personal' opinion which doesn't count. If they are comfortable wearing it, it's none of my business to get them to conform to my likes and dislikes. After all, what they wear is what they are; it's one of the ways in which people express themselves and nobody has the right to take that away from them.
Living in England has brought on a lot of new frustrations that I am learning to cope with. I am living with my mum and we share house with another family. Sharing house with another family is in itself a task that requires a lot of patience. It is very frustrating when you keep asking them to keep their voices low while you try to study and it goes unheard, when you inform them about impending exams and they keep parties on the day before 2 of your exams ( they're daughter had three birthday parties on her 1st birthday! ) How am I adapting to this? I study at night and sleep at around 5 in the morning to be woken up at 9 by the father and mother either complaining about their child's eating problems or them playing with her. P.S. it's usually NOT the child that wakes me up! I know it's not healthy staying up throughout the night but I need to prioritise issues that my future depends on; especially when people turn out to be very inconsiderate to others e.g. asking them why they can't learn to study even when there is noise instead of staying up at night! I don't think she was listening to what she was saying but it made realise how the people of today are so selfish. Here I was changing my timetable according to the times their child slept! Not that it was any quiet then! My room lies adjacent to the kitchen and living room and this family seems to be quite good at making their presence known! Uncle wouldn't sleep till way past midnight. Aunty slept at around 11 and woke up at around 6 on some days which means I get 4 to 5 hours to study at a time when it would take most children double the time to study the exact same topic if it was studied at some sane time! Talking about sleep, I feel like a zombie. Guess that sums it up!
I am shifting house in a few days time, which obviously comes as a relief considering I have been living this way for the past 2 years. But...here comes the bad news..I have to share room with my mum in the new house and we will still be sharing with a family with a child (Since it's just me and my mum renting a whole apartment in a city like Oxford is not worthwhile.) But somehow I am not that worried about them causing a problem because they seem way more mature than the family here. Also, the JR hospital library is a few minutes walk away and it's open 24/7! :D
Sharing room with my mum; now that is what I am extremely worried about. My room here has always been my sanctuary. If I was ever angry at her for something she said I would come in here, put on my headphones and listen to music. This prevented me from saying things I knew I would regret later. Now, it's going to be harder as she would probably be in the room most of the time and I can't ask her to leave. I am usually the type of person who gets along with most people; my friends would confirm that in the blink of an eye; but dealing with my mother is a whole different story! It's probably because I am a teenager (although I haven't felt most of the issues people say teens face) or because she hasn't been part of most of my growing up years; which is of course when I am moulded as an individual, and so we don't realise the extent to which we have changed. Even she was growing older in those years and many life experiences have definitely influenced her and changed her from the mum I knew. Only time and getting used to each other can solve those issues and I will just have to deal with it.
Hmm...I'm supposed to be packing now but here I am reflecting on my thoughts. If there is something I hate more than listening to people boast , it is packing! Even when I was living in Choice hostel, my end-of-year packing consisted of placing my suitcase wide open right in front of the cupboard, forcing my hand into the extreme ends of each shelf, cupping my hand around everything in that shelf and toppling it straight into the gaping suitcase. Zipping the case shut was a whole other task! And of course, there were the innumerable plastic carry-bags filled to the brim with odds and ends. Watching me carrying them to the car boot caused my aunt the biggest embarrassment ever, as the other kids in my boarding were from well-off families and their relatives would obviously be present on the last day of school. I knew I posed myself at risk of listening to untold amounts of telling-off's once I got home by carrying my luggage in carry-bags but like I had afore-mentioned, there is nothing I detest more than packing!
If I need to be alive to write more posts in the future, I better get back to packing or that would be my fate if my suitcase ain't packed tomorrow!
By the way, sorry about the complaining! I've just had a rough day! :) My life ain't all that bad! Especially compared to millions of kids out there who haven't even got a roof over their heads or clothes on their backs! Come to think of it, it would do both, my mum and me some good to shift houses often. It will restrain me from buying new clothes any time in the near future. The less clothes I have, the easier it is for me to finish off packing! Right now, I feel like I have got too many clothes because I am nowhere close to finishing off packing and crawling into bed and it's 4am! When I get a house I will have to keep a room aside just for my belongings. Not because I buy a lot, but because I don't throw anything away! I form emotional bonds to everything I possess! When I went to India this summer, I realised that I have even got my LKG apron in my cupboard! Come to think of it, I am certain I have got my first doll with me, Dinah (I named her that when I was around 3 years old! *beaming like a mother* :P )
Okay, I really have to go now! Goodnight! :)
umm..Good Morning would be more appropriate I guess?! For the early birds! :)