Just another day

I am just about to write something not so exciting- A day in my life.

It is officially spring here. I like spring for more than once reason. But one delightful reason is flowers. Nature’s way of portraying variety in life is through the myriad colours she has stroked flowers with. All I am trying to say is, it is not as dark as it is in winter at seven in the morning. So getting out of bed shouldn’t be as hard. But a slack that I have become, this act requires a lot of self wheedling. I have noticed that I am a silent alarm myself because I wake up precisely a couple of minutes before my mobile alarm can buzz me out of my sleep. I wait for it to do its job, I turn if off, I turn around and before I have completely turned, I have told myself to wake up after about 10 minutes and I am also stupidly happy that I have nearly forty five minutes to get serious about getting out of bed. Oh dear me, gone are those days when I used to go for a morning walk every day and I so loved doing it. Anyway, I am still on my bed and am way past being nice to myself and I am screaming at my mind to keep my eyes open for just a little longer. I quickly calculate which train I will miss if I stay for some more time on bed and I wonder what time I will reach work if I am late and if a train is cancelled, courtesy Connex. This turns me on and I get out of that warmth.. that lucrative hide-out and I tell my self on a Thursday morning that I have one more morning to survive before I can sleep through this precise time on a Saturday morning when I don’t have to worry about train or time but just enjoy that sadistic pleasure of being on bed and feeling victorious against my alarm clock and that too for a battle I did not even have to fight!

I head to the kitchen and get the glasses of milk out of the refrigerator. I look at the clock in the kitchen which I bought from a $2 shop and I am surprisingly surprised that it is working. But each time I see this clock it is either really around 7 in the morning or 7 in the evening, I cannot remember checking this clock at any other time of the day, so suddenly for a fraction of a second, I doubt if it the clock is tricking me. It is not hard to trick me especially when I just out of bed. I stop to listen to the ticks of the clock, feel a bit sane and head to the bathroom. It is not a very encouraging thing to check your (my) face in the mirror first thing in the bathroom. I console myself thinking what I see in the mirror is after all gods creation. I have this dental cavity which has not been worked on efficiently by two sophisticated dentists, so I feel that painful vibration each time there is a gush of cold water hitting that tooth. I turn on the hot water to help myself feel better and brush my teeth at least for the sake of fellow human beings who will have the blessed opportunity to talk to me during the day. I also carry a mint box, just in case…Standing under the shower washes away my sleep and I feel chirped up after singing like I deserve an Academy award. I walk out of the bathroom dreaming that one day I will win…something in the warm water coming out of the shower, I guess…suddenly I transform into this austere figure offering prayers…I see god (photo) as soon as I get up, and I wonder whom does god see? I realise myself standing in front of God and feel sorry for him….I quickly head out and check the weather and then decide what to wear. Not that I have a wardrobe like Angie’s and definitely not so trusting on Melbourne weather…just an amateur attempt at being weather-monitored-fashion savvy. I prepare sandwich for breakfast…alas; I am no more that lucky mama’s girl who has her brekkie hot from pan, thanks to mummy dear. I kiss my DH good bye (this is the only truthful moment all morning) and head out to the train station…Most of the days I cannot afford to walk to the station because the train driver is not my fan who would care to wait for me….so I literally run. It is a delight for DH to watch me run to station since he finds my running (and sometimes my walking) hilarious….you bet I don’t miss out on any opportunity I get to pull his leg…anyway, as history has it, the days I am early to station, the train is late and definitely the vice-versa applies too. I look around to find the usual familiar faces at the station; check out what some smart ladies are wearing and note it down if it looks good. Occasionally I remember to check that smart guy whom I once saw and I couldn’t help looking back at him…yeah, u guessed it…it was just my second look at him and I no longer see him at the station….the train creeps in…I am standing at the exact spot where the door would open…sometimes it’s a miss calculation, I blame it on an inexperienced driver…we are all learners. I get in and look around hopefully for a place to sit…sometimes I find and sometimes I am surrounded by these huge Aussies whose physicality reminds me that I am a meek veggie. Inside the train I am interestingly keener on people’s hair style. It keeps me occupied, along with a novel that I always carry even if I have it open to read and all I do is doze. Finally the train reaches Flinders station. I hop out and run to the next platform for a connecting train. I look at the display clock and barge in to a train ready to depart. In the next station I get off feeling flushed after realising it was the wrong train…the train driver is no way close to being my fan! This leg of the journey is long depending on which train I get. So I am either looking out of the window with a thousand thoughts drumming in my head or I just decide to continue reading an interesting novel or I just listen to music and get carried away into a far away land (some place like Madagascar)….soon, not so far away I can see my office. I approach the door and try my pass and it does not work…I realise I have the wrong one (one from an old client place…its all about making customers happy) and finally get in and wish a few people a good morning with enough enthusiasm to startle them.
My day officially begins at office and some days time flies and some days each time I look at the clock I am amazed it is always twin time…10.10...11.11…03.03….do you reckon this is some kind of a message…but trust me I am still working on decoding it. Post 04.04 pm, my productivity dips…and I start thinking about the menu for dinner….a menu to cook not chose! I decide based on some calculations and visualisation of my refrigerator and soon I am back at the station heading towards home. I call DH to find out where he is and ask him what he wants for dinner…he usually says anything and that’s exactly what I wish to hear…because I have planned it all prior to asking him….sometimes I am proud of my smartness…We reach home and I head to the kitchen and cook like in a rapid fire round of a quiz…it is truly a matter of chance that the dish turns out well…and to make DH happy going by law of probability it will turn out well at least once….if friends who stay close by are daring enough, they drop by for dinner. We eat together and have some good time. It is soon time for a good nights sleep and I take my mobile to make sure the alarm is turned on for 06.06 am :)

In case you have still not figured out what DH could be...Dear husband

Unity in Diversity

I am about to 'hit the ground running'...oh these Aussie phrases!
PS:Do not become temperamental by getting sentimental. If you do, it is your problem.

Here are some comments or statements made by my fellow countrymen living here in Melbourne :)

To A: So, you people down south worship Ravan?
To A: So, you don’t speak Tamil? I thought you do because you are from the south.
To A: You don’t like tea, right? Because in the South they drink Coffee
To A: Your (south) cooking is so laborious...idli, dosa, oh my god!
Introducing S to X by Y: He speaks Tamil; he is from Kerela and belongs to Yel.T.T.EE

There are so many more hilarious incidents, but unable to recollect at this exact moment.
If you have any contributions to make, please leave them as comments and I will add them if appropriate with your name
as 'Courtesy'