Unloading my think tank...

I had the busiest weekend you can imagine; it just whizzed by before you could say "whizzed by". Just as I was looking forward to a 11 am breakfast in bed Saturday morning ritual, I was woken up at 6.45 am by my bro, who was at the third rate Bank in India. Bro tells me they can't accept my documents because there's no original to corroborate those. What the fuck?! I'd sent those after a day-long agonising talk with the customer care center (they shouldn't call it that really; 9.9 times out of 10 its not) for a whopping sum of 54£ and way too much stress you cannot put a price on. And now they tell my bro those aren't enough. I said let me speak to them, I'll convince them about my situation - me here in UK, no couier on weekends, last day blah blah. But no phones allowed, get this, inside the bank, so my bro went in again (yes he was made to come out of the bank to make the call) and tried convincing them. He called again and said they are not budging. I really hate it when some ass uses his power only to cause anxiety and grief to others. And you cannot escape such people, mind you. As it happened with me - am in a different continent and still have to put up with their bullshit-ery.

So anyway, it was decided that I should send the original document. Time check - 7.45 am. Brushed teeth, eat cornflakes, get ready. In between, spoke to DHL and found out that they don't collect parcels for shipment on weekends and it would only happen on monday. No can do, I said. The DHL customer care lady says that I can go to the DHL office at Barhill and submit my parcel, if I want it to be shipped today. Groan. Time check - 9.30 am. Left home with hubby and took 2 buses to reach the place. After 2 minor changes in the address, the parcel was shipped for 30£! I explained to her that it must be a mistake, cuz I sent a package few days back for 54£ with assurance that it'll reach in a day. I want the same service and am willing to pay more. She says, "This is the same service; its only lesser because you've walked in to our office to give the parcel rather than having us to come and collect it." (which is what DHL did last time). So, get this straight, it costs about 25£ less if you give the parcel yourself to them. Whatever! As for the silver lining, yes, I did save those 25£.

After a quick ride in the bus, which had wireless Internet connection btw, we reached City Center and repeated our last saturday's menu - jacket potato with toppings. Yummy! After that, I, of course, shopped for a lovely pair of pumps and a white tube top from New Look, and a steal-deal at H&M, where I bought shorts and a lovely white skirt for 8£. This definitely put a smile on my face. After a hard morning, I needed this!

The rest of the saturday, after getting back home, was spent in grooming myself for today. I'd rather not get into details.

Come sunday, I woke up early to make about 30 rotis for 8 people; for we 8 people were going on a picnic to Grantchester. It was a potluck of sorts - everyone brought something to eat/drink. It was accompanied by a lot of merry making and followed by card games and the ever so popular, dumb charades. We go back home just in time to catch the important match between India-England. At the end of 3 hours, felt like Indian side forgot they were playing a 20-20 match - for they looked so relaxed and calm and not in a hurry to reach the target score. R Jadeja's fitness sucks and so did Dhoni's tactics this time. It was disappointing, really. Whuda thought we'd lose this one so badly, without so much as a fight? Certainly not me.

I've got swimming today; I missed last monday for foreseen reasons, and though I'm dead tired, I'd better not miss today! 26£ a month is a lot.

Weekend was awesome. I had a neat hair cut, thankfully. The lady was amazing and did such a superb job I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror and admiring my hair. Then again, when have I? ;-) She trimmed it just the right length, and cut a good length at my hairline, so now hair is on my forehead, short enough to not fit in my band whilst tied. Thats cool. The hubby got a hair cut too, a la Amir Khan in Ghajini (without the lines) or Langda Tyaagi in Omkara. Hubby looks dashing.

The hairdresser's had 2 dogs in the parlour. One, a big labrador called Daisy and another a sweet, all-covered-in-hair breed of dog. Didn't catch its name. The hairy one came to me just as I entered the place and looked so lovingly at me. Later, as I was waiting, the HUGE Daisy came and quietly sat at my legs. I was scared! Sure, they are gentle giants, but hwo's to say if they, God forbid, get so much as a mood swing? The lady quickly beckoned Daisy and off she went into a corner, and slept. I couldn't help but feel a little bad at suspecting the cutie's intentions.

Annnyway, after the hair cut, we went to City Center. Heaven for shoppers n eaters. With the help of this magical thing called 'Google Maps' on another magical thing called 'iPhone', we made our way to Zara. Now, its really difficult to find dresses my size. I'm size 6 (UK), petite section pls. So even if its 8 petite, it doesn't fit. So I went in praying they'd have clothes my size. And have they did! Lovely summery tops and dresses! I chose 5, and stepped in the trail room. Loved how each one of them looked on me. Then looked at the prize! Way too expensive for worth! The prettiest of all, a flowery printed smocked top, was 39£! And trust me, when I see a good one, I know it. This one, though oodles on cuteness scale, just didn't make the cut for me. The rest of them followed suit.

But not the one to give up easily, I vowed to shop. But after lunch break. Lunch was very "English". Jacket potatoes with cheese, beans and ratatouille as toppings. Hubby had the same with chicken curry, sweetcorn and beef chilli toppings. Mine was a hit, his, not so much.

Tummy full, we went shopping around. Bought a nice scarf from a Punjabi lady (they are everywhere!). She narrated her history to both of us, while I was checking out other stuff she had in her shop. Bad I know, but I'm not interested please! Nice to have met you, nice to see another Indian in Cambridge, but not interested in knowing that some relative of yours died in a freak electric fence accident! And of course not when you refused to give me a discount on the scarf!

Then we hopped to a chic store, and not just because they had a "50% Sale!". Their stuff really kicked arse! Very urban, very chic, very modern. Very me. So I bought 3 tops. Lovely lovely lovely! 2 bright and summery ones, one for club wear! The kid who owned the shop asked me, "Are you Indian?" I said, "Yea; so are you giving me a discount on these now?". The guy, God bless him, says, "Yes!". And he meant it! So he minussed 3£ (lousy I know, but the kid said he couldn't go any lower than that) from the total bill.

I was elated! My hair looks great, the tops are sexy and I feel good! Today, at work, I have nothing much to do. Tomorrow onwards, will be a busy day!

Thank your stars, ye faithful reader(s), for here I am, blogging away again!

You guessed it right. This time you have 2 people to thank (or curse) for my post. Emma and Mr.PhD (I shall refrain from taking names on my blog from now on; too dangerous.) I'm, yet again, waiting on information from above mentioned people and they are busy. Never mind. Its 5 pm on a Friday evening and they are excused.

So we had a team meeting that lasted 2 hours this morning. Great, I love meetings! I've always wanted to know and be a part of meetings where actually something substantial is discussed and a productive outcome is realised, and thats what happened. It was a meeting with a simple agenda actually - each member had to say what work (s)he's been doing and intends to do, for about 10-15 mins. Cool. I had it all pictured in my mind:

Boss: Blah blah... So who wants to go first?
Me (excitedly): Me please! I've been unemployed for 4 months and even when I was employed before that, I have never attended meetings. Only heard about them. So, I'd like to go first please!
All: Such a smart, intelligent, and brave girl! Just what we needed for our co.

What actually happened was:

Boss: OK, so I'l go first. And then we'll go round the table.

Which made me the 2nd after Boss to speak. So much for my enthusiasm! Anyway, I did my bit and spoke about what I've done and will do. All is well. Boss wants me to let another guy in on a project I'm working on so wants me to have an introductory session with him. I know you can handle it, he says, but I need a backup if you go on a holiday. Fair enough. He also asks me to prepare a presentation and co-present another. I'm excited! I love being all geek in the 8 hours that I'm in office.

People in my office are real nice. And I like to shock them. Hehe allow me to explain:

A colleague, one day: So how are you liking working for ?
Me: I'm enjoying it. I don't know what Monday blues are!
Colleague: Oh thats good to know. And how do you think the work is? Are you able to cope up with it?
Me: Oh yes. I love all things network-y and telecom-y.
Colleague: Haha. Is this your first job?
Me: No, I've been working on this from almost 6 years now.
[Shock # 1] Colleague stops dead in his/her tracks. Says: Really? I thought you just graduated.
Me: *proud+sheepish smile* (don't know how I manage that)
Colleague: How do you like Cambridge? Do you live close to work?
Me: Mmm hmm. I cycle to work everyday; it takes me 10 mins.
Colleague: Wow, so where exactly do you stay?
Me: (I tell them the street name where I live)
Colleague: Oh thats good!
Me: Yea I recently moved here from London along with my husband and we both absolutely love it!
[Shock # 2] Colleague: You are married too?! Since how long?
Me: Yes *blushing* 2 years and 7 months now.
[Shock # 3] Colleague: Oh I totally didn't see that coming!

Hahaha so has happened with about 3-4 people in office. Of course, I take it as a compliment that I look young. Who doesn't like it? *grin*

I'm kicked about tomorrow because of:

1. I'm going for a hair-cut. Finally. Finally mustered up courage for it. My Sikh** in-laws won't be pleased one bit. I don't want to disappoint them either, but I'd like to trim the ends just a bit so that it looks neat. I also booked an appointment for the hubby, since he's got hair growing all over the place and has been lamenting about getting a hair cut, but never actually did so in the past 3 months (hehehe). So I am kicked about getting an uber-cool look after the hair cut, and I hope I love it. Its always so risky letting someone cut your hair. Of course, its more risky if I cut my own hair; what I meant was letting someone new cut your hair. As the hair dresser discusses the style that looks good on me, length, layers, fringe etc... I'm all okay. When (s)he actually stars spraying the water and put the section pins in place, and gets ready with scissors to chop my hair, I get nervous. I feel I should rather close my eyes, but that won't make it better would it? If anything, it makes me more nervous because I can't even tell her if I'm liking it or not. And if the lady is too touchy, then she might just snap and ask me to mind my own business while she does hers. Its a risk I tell you. And if, God forbid, at the end of it, if you don't like it, then you

1a. can't do anything about it because its already too short, or some such point of no return.
or,
1b. won't do anything about it because the damn hairdresser has already screwed it up and you don't want her to do anything to it now.

But tomorrow, I'm going to (try and) keep all my inhibitions aside and leave my silky black long tresses in the hairdressers hands. (Uh oh.)

2. Strawberry Fair at Midsummer Common - Honestly I don't even know what that means, simply because I haven't been to one. I'm guessing it means varieties of English strawberries and items to grow your own strawberries on sale. I guess. Should be good. Also, there's going to be music and stuff like that. I'd do like to go and have a dekko, but the weatherman says it might rain and thats not cool. Oh we'll cross the bridge when we come to it.

Its 5.36 pm now. Why am I still at work? Adios!

This post comes because I'm waiting for a colleague, the lovely Emma, to get free so that I can discuss something with her and then continue with my work. Until then, I'm stuck with nothing to do. So if you want to thank someone for bringing me from my oft-self-induced break from blogging (for today, at least), you've got Emma to thank!

Lets start with a cliche... life's been pretty hectic. Its been crazy the past 1.5 months. It was crazier after Dec 08 and up until April 09, but I'd rather forget that. The work I do here is awesome, I work with some of the best minds in telecom industry and my profile absolutely kicks ass arse (now that I'm in England... ) There are such humble people in my office; almost all are armed with PhD (in khatarnaak subjects like high speed data transfer using helium technology etc.). I'd rather not get started on them actually... it will be an un-ending post then. (Not really, but you get the drift.)

I didn't get paid for the month of April, since the Finance lady was on leave and hence couldn't get my papers through to the payroll. But I wasn't complaining then. I did get a lot of stares and "are you sure? absolutely?" questions when asked if I wanted an advance on my salary and I'd refused. Salary advance after a 4-month hiatus from work and I refused, why, you ask? Allow me to explain.

I wanted a fat increase in my bank balance, suddenly. You see, because I opted for April+May salaries to be credited to my account at end of May, I have a cool amount of money in my bank. OK, to hell with modesty, its in £££ (GBP)! Groovy baby *like Austin Powers says* Just the thrill of having 2 months salaries at once was super ... err thrilling :D

And what did I do with it? If you thinking it, whack yourself. I'm a girl and in such times, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. S-h-o-p-p-i-n-g! And in UK! But before that, we had dinner at Rainbow Cafe. Uber cool place if you are a vegetarian and don't want to ask the waiter what's in the dish everytime you order something in this meat-loving-country-with-so-few-veg-choices.

So shop I did, including an ultra-sexy pair of Red Nike shoes (pic coming up soon). I also bought a cool cycle: Dunlop Mountain Bike - shock absorbers, disc brakes and 18 gears!

Yes, I ride my cycle to work everyday! Reminds me of school days, but only I'm now wearing formal clothes and big sunglasses while riding them, as against a dork in school dress and 2 plaits *going back in time and imagining me then* (yep, that would be me from 95-98 when I used to ride a cycle to school.) Ah, bad memories. No not all of my school years were bad, but most of it was. I was bullied real bad and I didn't have the courage to stand up against it. Can't blame me; you see, the bullying came from the teachers. Notorious, most of them. And I don't remember my 11th and 12th at all. Yes, AT ALL. Wierd huh? I nod my head in agreement. The other time I was talking to my friend, who lives in Reading. I remarked that I haven't remembered having spoken so much to her during our 4 years of engg (she was in Civil while I was in Comp Science) as much as we have since I moved to UK 4 months back. She goes, "What are you saying? We were together for 6 years. 11th, 12th and 4 years of engineering after that. And in 11th and 12th, we were in the same class, except for Statistics and Comp Science." Huh, really? I'm completely blank about those 2 years of my life. Like written with a marker and wiped as and when a day passed. You can imagine how much fun I would've had in my 11th and 12th. As for the awkward moment with my friend, I acknowledged being a silly goose and not remembering those 2 years.

The scene at the place where I live (with 2 Zimbabweans, 3 Polish, 2 Nigerians and 2 British toddlers, apart from me and hubby) is, not as you must've imagined after looking at the number and diversity of people living, i.e in chaos, but actually quite ice and relaxed, thank you very much. The Zimbabwean lady goes - "how do you have your hair so long? Do you have extensions?". She says the other day - "I got my indefinite right to live in UK granted today, so I'm gonna wear a bikini and go to the beach with my cousins. My baby can stay with my husband. I'm gonna come back at night and go clubbing with my friends and sisters. I'm gonna get piss drunk and completely sloshed. I told my husband I'm not breast feeding my baby for a day or two." Wierd people in this country man! Celebrate, no one forbids you, but why drink and forego breast feeding to your 8 month old? Drinking is a huge problem in this country. Smoking too. I see kids as young as 8-10 hanging outside pubs and looking for half burnt cigarette butts, so that they can have a go at smoking. Parents are not allowed to raise their voices or even beat the kids, so kids (most, not all) turn into bad habits to very young age. Whack them I say, if they steer towards anything bad. My mom used to, very often I must add. Hehehe I was a naughty kid!

OK, Emma is still busy. I'll go and see if I can disturb her again. Adios!

I'm writing this whilst on train back home, using my iPhone :D