When a family friend came down to Mumbai from Netherlands she was amazed at the way we drive...Lol. Frankly to me it seems completely normal but that’s probably because I learnt to drive here and any other way would be quite boring. Just because I find it normal that doesn’t mean I am willing to accept a rickshaw cutting me and getting away with it. Such a move is always followed by a flow of "galis". (Very often while the windows are up so the perpetrator never really gets to hear any of my curses).
Road rage is a given in Mumbai and its well accepted by companions and drivers too except when they actually hear you abusing them. In such cases there is a duet of galis that flow from one vehicle to the other. This sometimes leads to drivers abandoning their cars (especially male drivers)in a lil battle of one-upmanship. This is also extremely hilarious because no one ever touches the other but they will halt all traffic in the supposed effort to do so.
My rage has built up to such an extent that now even when I travel by rick, I find myself fighting to control myself from screaming at the driver when he isn’t driving fast enough or in the right lane. Don’t worry I do actually control myself but that’s also because my hindi is soooooo awful and I know that if I did scream at him , all he would do is chuckle.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Angels...O:-)
"Angel of God,
My Guardian dear
To whom his love commits me here
Ever this day be at my side
To rule and love.
To love and guide."
I was taught this prayer when I was a child and not a day goes by when I dont say it... Sometime even more than once a day :-). So far its never let me down. I have never been alone when in trouble and through all my difficulties my angel has always come to my rescue. So it only seems fair that my first ever blog entry should be about..... my angel O:-).
One of my first angels was an Aunt of mine. It was a troubled time and I had just joined a new school.We had moved to Mumbai cause my Dad was unwell. It meant facing the challenge of a new city,new language, new home and all this without my family around. She stepped in as both parent and friend. She did all the things you need to do to make a child excited about school. She bought me a new bag, new uniforms etc. She got up early on my first day , made my breakfast and ensured that I had a snack for break.She dropped me to my bus and made sure that she was there to pick me up at the end of the day.The funny thing is I never remember it as a bad time. Now when I think back the reason I don't is because she was there.
Another such angel was my Marathi tuition teacher. I just could not learn the subject having started it so late. As a result I was shifted from one teacher to the other searching for a miracle that would enable me to actually learn the language. I finally met my miracle. A small aged lady with the grace of an angel. Her patience and belief in me was the only reason I finally cleared my SSC paper. I even thought of continuing on with the subject in the 11th so that I could stay around her and learn. I cried the day I left my last class.
Like that there have been many angels that have always stepped in at the right time to help me when I could not cope . I will never forget these people and the way they carried me through the tough times. I never forget to thank them when I can but somehow it just doesn't feel like enough. I just hope that someday I can be an angel for them....O:-)
My Guardian dear
To whom his love commits me here
Ever this day be at my side
To rule and love.
To love and guide."
I was taught this prayer when I was a child and not a day goes by when I dont say it... Sometime even more than once a day :-). So far its never let me down. I have never been alone when in trouble and through all my difficulties my angel has always come to my rescue. So it only seems fair that my first ever blog entry should be about..... my angel O:-).
One of my first angels was an Aunt of mine. It was a troubled time and I had just joined a new school.We had moved to Mumbai cause my Dad was unwell. It meant facing the challenge of a new city,new language, new home and all this without my family around. She stepped in as both parent and friend. She did all the things you need to do to make a child excited about school. She bought me a new bag, new uniforms etc. She got up early on my first day , made my breakfast and ensured that I had a snack for break.She dropped me to my bus and made sure that she was there to pick me up at the end of the day.The funny thing is I never remember it as a bad time. Now when I think back the reason I don't is because she was there.
Another such angel was my Marathi tuition teacher. I just could not learn the subject having started it so late. As a result I was shifted from one teacher to the other searching for a miracle that would enable me to actually learn the language. I finally met my miracle. A small aged lady with the grace of an angel. Her patience and belief in me was the only reason I finally cleared my SSC paper. I even thought of continuing on with the subject in the 11th so that I could stay around her and learn. I cried the day I left my last class.
Like that there have been many angels that have always stepped in at the right time to help me when I could not cope . I will never forget these people and the way they carried me through the tough times. I never forget to thank them when I can but somehow it just doesn't feel like enough. I just hope that someday I can be an angel for them....O:-)
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