Swollen Senses....

I'm looking like a monkey in the process of evolving into a man. The left half of my face is swollen quite badly and the right side is alright. It all happened on the way back from home on Monday morning. The bus left BCR at 11 and at 5:30 in the morning I remarked to V that we were going to reach Bangalore very much in time. I must've dozed off soon after and I woke up to the screech of brakes and before I had finished realizing it, I had banged against the seat in front of me. I remember V saying, "there's been some accident" and I passed out. It was as if I was sleeping off and I had a tiny dream also I guess. When I opened my eyes again, a kid was howling and people were screaming and V's chin was hurt. I wasn't feeling any pain myself but V informed me that my mouth was bleeding. Then I felt my torn lip and the cut above my left eye. The door wasn't opening and we were hauled down through the windows. Before I could look at others, a local bus came along and we boarded it along with some co-passengers. Somehow, the ones in the front seats weren't hurt at all and a couple helped us to get to CMH Hospital and get the wounds stitched. Came to know that there were no casualties. All throughout I was feeling like a zombie, not even feeling sorry for the whole thing! But I know that I'll have some fears travelling in the night henceforth.

After 3 days of dreary life(the worst part was being only on juice for two days. I almost died of hunger!), gathered some courage to visit the office today. Uh, even through my bent eyes I could see the stares and all the questions. Wanted to have a board on my back to explain the whole thing to everybody.

My journey home was also quite eventful but has paled compared to the return leg. Anyway, I'll write about it tomorrow. Have to visit the doctor now.

Festival time!

Going home this weekend for Ganesha Chaturthi and this will be the first festival I'll celebrate this year. Just can't gather enough enthusiasm to celebrate one here. I had told my grandmother that I would celebrate the festival with them but it's impossible now. Had I got enough leaves I would've loved to be there, though. I was in Nagare(my mother's native place) only once for Chaturthi and that has remained a very fond memory. I don't think it has to do with the number of 'specials' they make. Actually I actively participated in the hectic cooking and was wondering why they had to make so many things when we were only 5 of us to eat. Then I remembered that they were all supposed to be for the food-loving Ganesha and felt a bit guilty! They do it with so much of dedication and faith that it spreads to everybody.

With each generation, the magnitude of 'celebration' has reduced. I'm guilty of thinking only of convenience but I hope to improve by the time the kid grows up. I do want him to look forward to such occasions as we did.

On the workfront, I think I've improved. I'm following the flow and now I want to master it!

A party, beer and some memories....

Yesterday was our team dinner. It was okay. We were only two girls in a gang of 15 and got segregated, probably because we were the only vegetarians, didn't want beer and were sitting at the end of the table. My manager is good - I mean, mingles with everyone freely and has a good sense of humour. I was sitting for the first time next to a boozer but it turned out to be normal in the end. My idea was that people started talking nonsense after 2-3 mugs but everybody was quite sane, I should say. You can never go by the Hindi movies, I know.

Remembered my uncle who once shocked my mother saying that I would've already done boozing etc in my life. Anyway, my poor mother had more faith in me. Just because I was marrying someone out of my caste , did I have to do everything 'wrong'? It seems my cousin has a Chinese girlfriend and his mother blames me for it - that I started this trend! Funny that her great Shashi should look up to me!

I need a longer day...

Need a break desperately!At the moment I seem to be mired in too many things. I've not yet got hold of the module I'm into but am already given a lot to do. People seem to have really high expectations from me(God knows why!) and the thought of it is putting additional pressure on me. P is in Greece for a short trip and I have so many things to do in his absence. Went to Hyd yesterday to finish the house-warming ceremony and told an awful lot of lies to so many people. I mean, first to my TL that I was really sick and all that. Next, to Nag who was expecting us to visit his family but we couldn't make it. I wonder why I can't tell the truth itself and face the consequences. I don't want these lies to be a habit because it sounds so cowardly when I'm telling them!

And then, I'm taking car-driving lessons and have already missed 4 in 8 days. Hope I'll get my license at least. I'm enjoying it too(makes me feel as if I'm controlling the whole traffic!) but the only problem is the precious one hour that it swallows in the mornings.

Next, I've missed some music classes also in between. I'm tired of Raag Bhupali and want to graduate to the next one this time.

It's been a long time since I went anywhere just to enjoy myself. I may coax V and plan a trek or something next weekend. High time!