Thursday, August 11, 2011

Dark Circles

Life is full of Circles - like Google+ has Circles (PJ intended!). This is the story of the dark circles of life. I have been spending a huge chunk of my salary since I started working on salons. I have a crazy fetish for them. Clothes, junk jeweleries, accessories, blah blah were my initial fetish but I soon settled down on beauty products. I guess Bangalore had a major role to play in it. Bangalore water killed my hair and I started losing chunks of hair everyday. Bangalore water didn't even spare my skin and my once pimple free skin (which I am super proud of) is currently spotted with those little horrible marks. To add to it Den Bosch didn't spare my eyes! I have big round dark dark circles! :(

I have never really been an owl my entire life. I am an early sleeper and a late riser. I sleep by 11pm (latest) and wake up at 8am (earliest). That makes minimum 9 hours of sleep for me. Currently I get to sleep at 3.30am (earliest) and stupid eyes of mine always open by 9am. 5 and a half hours!!!! Only 5 and a half!! Poor me!

Staying up at night here isn't exactly like staying up late to watch a movie or day before an assignment submission (anyways you'll be just copying and the professors don't read) or even studying for an exam. The reason being all these you do for yourself. There isn't a 3rd party involved. There is no one to blast you if you do an mistake (except mom and dad..they anyways always scold you). But staying up late for running EOD is altogether a different ball game. Each click requires concentration and working on touch pad under such scenarios sucks.

My eyes don't like this and they are protesting big time! Tuesday I woke up to find these horrible dark circles of my life. Unfortunately I can't afford to indulge in salons and cosmetics here. :( :( By the time it is Friday of next week and I have worked for 12 days at a stretch, I just hope my entire face doesn't become dark!

Next week the ball will be in another court. I have to get up at 6am sharp and I'll be running (this time literally running) till 7.30 pm. This swing between an owl and a crow I hope will be smooth and neither the crow or the owl will doze of in between any of the running processes! :D

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Being Dutch - 24 hours

Of New Things -
1. Dogs that look like wolves and are huge are called wolfdogs. Seemed like I was in the sets of Twilight and the dog n front of me would jump any instant and transform into Jacob Black!
2. Onions look weird. Beans are as lean as chilies.
3. Garbage Areas are also locked
4. Shops close at 5pm

Of misconceptions -
1. Lush Cosmetics is not an Indian Brand
2. McDonald's maybe from US which is nearer to Netherlands than India, but burgers here are more expensive. (Actually it maybe because I still can't get over the habit of instantly converting Euros to Indian Rupees)
3. Ketchup Sachets and Plastic Covers only come for free in India. At McDonald's one sachet of ketchup is 1Euro.

Of Good Things -
1. A small river flows just outside my balcony
2. Visited a Theater Festival. The area was filled with people and these days I become very happy when I see living souls.
3. Saw lovely clothes, bridal dresses, sexy shoes and pastries! Yummy!
4. Weather is awesome (Touchwood!)
5. My apartment is a cosy 2 bedroom deadly silent one. Vignesh has an antique old British room with a view of the Church.

Thats all for today... Work begins tomorrow!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Longest Day Of My Life

I started at 12am - 6th August I.S.T. and it is 1.10am - 7th August I.S.T., but my 6th August is still on. 6th August 2011 is an 27.5 hrs day. Whole day I have been confused with time.

First Flight was from Bangalore @ 4.15am and scheduled to reach Dubai at 6.45am (U.A.E. time) but flying time is 4hrs. So I got confused with time. Whole flight I slept. Except for the breakfast bit. Some weird egg gravy with puri and a fruit platter. I shivered the entire flight in spite of wearing my leather jacket. Landed in Dubai on time and I had 3 realization.

1. The airport is perfect for a morning walk (my legs are tired...very tired)
2. It was first designed to be a mall and on afterthought they attached the airport to it (a lady whose flight was scheduled to depart in 30mins was asking "Why don't you give me some time to shop?")
3. In the construction confusion mentioned in point 2, they forgot to construct enough washrooms (the queue at a washroom was longer than the queues at Howrah Station)

So after conquering the above 3 stages, I reached my boarding gate Just In Time. But life (I am not being philosophical) had its share of surprises for me - My ticket was upgraded to Business Class. I flew Business Class Emirates! A truly remarkable experience. The seat became a bed. (Excuse if I sound like I have landed from some Indian village). I had Apple Juice, Champagne and Baileys Irish Cream. Seafood Platter and Tuna Tartare and Arabic Sweets. Slept like a baby for 3 hrs. Watched Pirates - On Stranger Tides and Water for Elephants.

Reached Amsterdam and was lucky enough to be the 3rd person whose baggage came. Boarded the train to Den Bosch and felt like I was seeing Indian countryside - Green Fields, Cows, Rivers. But wait, I just spotted a yacht, a brick church and a brick windmill. I happened to be the only traveler in my compartment. I kept walking in the compartment in the fear of falling of asleep and missing my station. Finally landed in 's-Hertogenbosch and saw Vignesh. Ah! I have made it!

I have visited the Den Bosch market area too. But the post about my apartment and market area - to be followed..... Cause now I'll drop dead, the moment Rupashi is done with the chicken!
Goede Nacht (Good Night) !

Friday, August 5, 2011

And So It Begins Again

I started this blog to tell the story of my first International Trip (Thailand Tour). So, it is only fair that I revive it to capture my first International Work Trip.

The first thing that bothers me when I go to airport these days is “Baggage Limit”. These 2 words have become a nightmare in my life. It all started in Mumbai airport when for the first time I was travelling alone. With Mom and Dad along with me it was always simple. 60kgs allowed on domestic and 75kgs on that exquisite Thailand trip. No worries because even my Mom can’t exceed those figures. So coming back to the Mumbai story- It was my first long stay outside Bengal. I stayed there 2.5months and earned 3500. I spent 10000. Mumbai is according to me the fashion city of India (I am not saying based on Fashion Street). Its’ malls has collections which I have never seen in Kolkata or Bangalore. So obviously I had shopped a lot (Where else did the 10000 go?) I reached the airport with 3 baggage and 2 hand bags completely unaware of the existence of the 2 words “Baggage Limit”. My baggage was a whooping 33kgs. I had to pay 1000 (100 per kg – 3kgs were excused) to take back my 10000 worth shopping.

The 2 horror words “Baggage Limit” didn’t get a chance to bother me for quite sometime after that. I always travelled with Mom and Dad. The terror returned at Kolkata airport next. I was flying to Bangalore from my last visit to Kolkata in June this year. Mom had made me shop (am being modest. You never need anyone to make you shop) for my International Work Trip. Office team had asked for Rosogollas. I was in panic. The 2 horror words kept haunting me. And I was correct. My baggage was 23kgs. But India is my own darling motherland and here bending rules and exceeding just 3 kgs is OK. So no extra charges his time.

But the horror words didn’t leave me. I knew I would exceed my baggage limit when I finally fly. I am going for 4 months. Mom would leave no piece of object outside my baggage. I couldn’t sleep. I started getting nightmares for a week. I booked tickets on the airlines that allow you maximum “Baggage Limit” – 30kgs. But horrifying news, they charge you 1300 per kg in International for excess. Finally I packed my bags last night, while yelling at Mom every time she tried to squeeze in anything unnecessary. Made Dad, Mom, Vishnu pickup my bags and tell me how much they weigh. Everybody assured me that it would be within 30kgs. But my terror words don’t ditch me ever. At the airport my bags weighed 33.27kgs. I am not flying domestic that I can be excused. So I open one of my bags to find that when I went to office, Mom did manage to squeeze in THINGS like – 4 pieces of Potato, 2 kgs rice, 1 kg Dal and few green chilies. Discarded - 1kg rice, the potatoes and 0.5kg Dal. Thankfully 31kgs am allowed and so here I am waiting to board my flight @ Bangalore International Airport!