Can someone take care of me.. I mean literally with everything!

I literally feel this way many times in a week.. especially morning and evening just before going to office and immediately after coming back from office.

Without a doubt I was a pampered kid. I should use the word pampered adult as my mother pampered us as long as she was alive and I was also always surrounded by people who cared and gave me things even before I asked.

So now all those things are no more there and I struggle on a daily basis for things like..

Wish I had some one to feed me once I am back from office...

Wish someone had taken care of my hair, oil them, wash them, tie them 

Wish someone can fold those sarees I opened out of enthusiasm and do not want to fold

I recently blamed any health concern I have after my parents left was all because of excess pampering.. I dont know to take care of me. I dont give myself nutritious food, I just eat whatever is convenient and not what is healthy..

I still manage with life even this way.. maybe most of us do..

I know to live independently like a modern woman but I dont know to live well, I only know to manage somehow..there is so much difference I guess.

I recently came across something called “village tourism promotor”.. can you believe how nice it would be as a job title. That I call a real job title. I am keen on making our village a touristic place.. not just our village surrounding places as well. Looking back at my few years of work experience.. I believe the most passionate things I did ever were looking at Airbnb website and travelling around Asia.  

My learning are more towards tourism industry and every time I see something around our village I just think.. wow!..people around the world would love to see this... we have rich culture at every corner of India.. what if my village is hottest place, it is muddy, it has no beach blah blah.. we still have beautiful farms, rivers, warm people, amazing food, historic temples.. and traditional houses.. 

I sometimes imagine, some foreigner travelling in our village and somewhere a small boy in village suddenly dreaming to go to far lands and doing great things in his life.. just doing that for one boy or one girl is an achievement itself.

There is a lot of awareness that villagers still need. some of the key things I would always think of brining awareness are they dont have to take antibiotics each time they get cold, also they should know that they can cause resistance. Women being aware that if there is some small problem in uterus they dont have to remove uterus, the rate of uterus removal in rural areas for small issues is so high. 

Anyway coming back to real life and all the dreams keep lingering in head...

Goodnight

Fond memory of clothes

I read my post twice some time back and realised I dont write much anymore.
I actually dont have anything interesting to write.
Although a lot of things happen around me, I dont see them sepcially anymore
Back then, when I didnt have enough money for day to day expenses, I had so many stories.
What do I write today? Should I write, I like a blouse today, I went to shop and got it. There is really nothing interesting in it. I wear the blouse couple of times and I buy another one. They can never be my favorites. I had so many favorite chudidhars back in college even in school. My first chudidhar was white dress with green sleeves. Green sleeves had bandhini dots and before buying it I saw it for six months displayed outside shop on my way to school. It was 500 rupees and I was not able to affort it, in fact my parents struggled to pay school fees each month. And my second dress was completely black with soft cloth and I was so skinny it felt like a cloth piece being hung to a stick.
I just had only these two for entire tenth standard. I loved them, even I made my mom wear them for a picture, she looked like a college girl.
And I had some favorites in 12th standard, a blue simran dress which I got for my birthday. I really liked that dress, infact I really like that birthday most. I recall how shy I was back then, with long hair. It was also last day of inter exams and my birthday in 2002.hmm
 Coming back to dresses, in degree I loved a yellow chudidhar so much, it had such a long lovely dupatta, my sister reminded me of that dress some days back. There was also one black dress when I was in final year of degree, plain black dress with a special shining dupatta.
I went to do masters in bangalore, all my friends were stylish, wearing jeans, t shirts and my pretty salwars suddenly looked different. My confidence was a bit shaken at that age like every small town girl and I started coping up and matching myself to my surroundings.
After many many years now I unlearn all these. I love wearing salwars to office, also love sarees, I hope to have same memories of my clothes until degree even now.

2018

Time is moving slowly
Memories are fading slowly
I know what I want for this 2018
I feel warm with the thought of new year
I like it that my wedding is now 4 years old
I like it that I will be 33 years old in this new year
Last year was such a fantastic year in my career, I don't think every year will be such way, but it is always nice to find a job which makes your life balance.
I traveled a lot last year, although I think I traveled less.
In 2018 I might travel less. It is just nice to be at home doing nothing. Although I feel I am trained a bit to think this way, it is OK if it is nice thing. Thought of excess travel is stressful as well.
I might have to work on new pastime and get rid of airbnb, skyscanner fascination.
I worked out a lot in 2017 than any year in the past, but I really didn't loose any of my extra weight. 2018 hopefully is the year to make some progress
Weather in Malaysia has been lovely in 2017, no hazy days, more rain, many starry nights, amazing sunsets and relaxing rooftop time
Surprisingly we saw so less movies in theater this year compared to last few years, I hope it is a good thing as well..
I might have taken flights more than 60 times in 2017 and hated it every time, but the most scary flight was at the end of December, turbulence like I have never seen, almost making people scream for a while. I learnt turbulence is ok over time, there is nothing much you can do once you are on flight.
My hunt for boutique hotels has not ended yet in each country I visit. I hope to continue this in 2018.
At the end of 2017, I did go for a solo trip, to gili islands. I landed at 12.30am in airport and driver of my airbnb stay picked me up, an old man, very nice to talk to, although I had my own doubts and being careful. We had to drive almost 2 hours to reach speed boat. When I reached speed boat, entire place was so quiet. It was just me, driver and he went to wake up some young boat drivers. They woke up and pulled speed boat just for me and the island was just 10 minutes away, I could see it from far. I heard many stories that it is not safe to drive at night in the ocean, waves can be strong, but luckily it was calm on that day. Driver left from the speed boat location and these two young kids probably aged 15 where driving the boat. It was dark, around 2.30am and I looked at the sky. So many stars, so many than I saw in Maldives, than I saw in Gangtok. In ten minutes we reached the island. Once I reach there, airbnb staff where supposed to be there, but odd time, no one was there. Boat guys want to leave, I insisted they stay until airbnb staff arrives. I didn't had local number and no way to call them, they arrived in 10 minutes time and local island people were smoking and singing kuch kuch hota hai song, I doubt if they even know the meaning of it, they were just funny not harmful. Sharukh khan is so popular there as well. I reached my accommodation safely, and felt I handled the whole thing without panicking. Next two days, entire island sang hindi songs when I bicycled around the island, I enjoyed all of them.

Here are some pics from island..