New Year....

It's that time of the year again when we get all misty eyed about the year that is almost over. Most of us try to cling to the year which is almost over and yet look hopefully towards the beginning of a new year. We try to recollect all the good memories of the year by gone and try to forget all the not so great moments.

So let me also join the bandwagon and try to recollect some unforgettable moments of 2008.

• My first new year in USA. We ushered in 2008 by going out for dinner and celebrating the new year's eve with our friends.
• My bro started his engineering course.
• My dad was finally able to return home after his tenure in Mumbai. (This saved us a lot of tension during the Mumbai attacks.)
• My mom started working as a counselor. She had always wanted to do something apart from the normal routine and she finally took the plunge.
• Lot of trips - My husband & I spent some wonderful time visiting various places including Vegas, Grand Canyon, NJ, NY, PA, Niagra and of course my first camping trip in Cape Cod.
• Best friend's wedding... Only, I couldn't make it :(
• A new addition to our family. My cousin gave birth to a beautiful girl.

Of course we had our share of tense moments and a few disappointments but hey this is a time of celebration and hope. So let's hope that the coming year brings all of us a lot of joy and prosperity. All of us need a little boost in this bad economy. So three cheers for the new year :)

And don't forget to make all those resolutions you always wanted to make and do try to stick to atleast 4 - 5 of them :)

Happy New Year everyone!!!!

Nenjukkul peithidumaa mazhai...

What a beautiful song. I have been humming this song for almost a week now. When I heard the songs of Varanam Aayiram none of the songs impressed me initially. After hearing all the songs 3 - 4 times I fell in love with this song. It has such beautiful lyrics and the guitar strummings are amazing. Of course the voice of Hariharan adds to the magic of the song. Everything about this song is amazing. 

I tried watching the movie but didn't like it so much. What was really ironical was that the characters spent most of their screen time talking in English but when it came to songs they were all pure Tamil. I couldn't figure out how the characters could sing in pure tamil when they could not speak 5 sentences together in tamil :)

Thamarai is the best lyricist around right now. Kudos to the entire team for giving us such a refreshing song. Hope we get many more songs like this. 

Back from a hiatus

My blog has suffered from my new tight schedule. I will come to that later. Since my last post was about license let me finish the license story. It never seems to end. 

Usually when we pass the road test our license gets mailed to us within a week. Somehow my license didn't make it even after 3 weeks had passed. Now this got us concerned since my temporary permit was about to expire. So I had to call the RMV to find out what was happening. 

Have any of you tried calling the RMV? It's one dreadful process. If you are lucky you will get to hear a human voice after about half an hour. Till then you keep hearing how important your call is to them. The way I see it is if our call is so important why don't they put a few more people to answer our calls? Anyway with no great enthusiasm I called up and was told that my address was not recorded fully. I gave my address and waited eagerly for my license.

One fine evening the much awaited letter was received from RMV. I opened it eagerly only to be shocked to see that they had mailed me someone else's license :( The best part was that they had included a letter stating that they were sorry about the delay and that my address had been updated in their system. While that letter was comforting, I had another call to make to RMV.

The next day again I called them to let them know I had got the wrong license and they assured me that my license was on its way. As a good samaritan I promised to mail the wrong license back to them. After all one more person must be equally worried about their missing license. Fortunately 2 days later someone turned up at the doorstep with my license. It had gone to his house by mistake and I had got his. Phew... At last I had my precious license. Does this call for a celebration or what???

Licensed to ..... DRIVE!!!!

Back home in India getting a license is one of the easiest things possible. You just register in a driving school and learn a little driving and then go for your road test with an assurance that you will get the license. The driving school will ensure that you get the license unless you really flop the test. Of course we can be a little adventurous and try to get the license on our own. Here in US getting a license is anything but easy.

I had heard a lot of stories about how tough it was to get a license. I always took it with a pinch of salt. After all how tough could it be to drive the car? But once I landed here and ventured out to the RMV I started believing the legend. My adventures with the RMV spans over 4 chapters. So here goes.

Chapter 1

First step is the written test to get the permit. Before I could go for this written test I was asked to study or atleast read the driver's manual. Now this was something new to me. The book had so many pages and there were so many numbers. Phew... How was I ever going to read through the book and memorize all the fines and penalties mentioned there? I had a tough time trying to cram the wordlist for GRE. Now this?? Anyway with some perseverance I finished the book, obviously I didn't memorize any of the numbers. I just hoped none of it would appear in the test. We headed to the RMV and after standing in the long queues we got to know that we needed one more document. So much for all the learning. We headed back and decided to give it a shot some other day.

Chapter 2

This time we were more prepared. We took all possible documents we had and headed out to get the permit. Luckily they accepted the documents and allowed me to write the test. The hiccup was that I had forgotten whatever I had read hurriedly a few weeks ago. I just hoped that the test would be easy. Last time I was at the RMV I saw a few people who had failed the written test. With butterflies in my stomach I headed for the exam hall. The test seems to be a blur now. All I remember is I had to get atleast 15 or 20 questions right out of the 25 questions. With bated breath I answered each question as it appeared on the monitor. I finished it successfully in 10 minutes. When I stepped out my husband thought I had flunked it since I came out so fast. Fortunately I got my permit that day.

Chapter 3

I started preparing myself for the road test. Driving was not a problem for me. I had to focus more on parking, especially parallel parking. Once I booked my road test we headed out and practiced the parking for 3 - 4 days. Everyone we knew had some words of wisdom to share. "Turn your head and look behind you before you change lanes." "Look at the mirrors every few seconds and make sure the official notices you look at the mirrors." "Drive slowly and carefully." "Don't drive below the speed limit.". My head was filled with all the advise and in all this time I forgot to look through the manual. Little did I know this small error on my part was going to cost me. We headed out to the RMV again on a Friday afternoon for the road test.

After filling the form we were asked to wait for an instructor. A grumpy looking man came out and asked me to get into the car. As soon as I stepped in he asked me to show the hand signs. I stared at him with pitiful eyes and tried to show whatever signs I could recollect from India. Who uses handsigns here? He had me stumped right there. He said the signs were wrong and that was the end of it. We were sent packing home :(

Chapter 4

I fumed for some time over this failed attempt. Nevertheless I booked another test the very next week. Since this centre was full I booked in Worcester. That place could be a nightmare for new drivers. The roads are bad and most of them rise very steeply. With bated breath I went to give this test. All I remember is following every instruction to the tee and driving extra carefully and successfully getting my licence. Hurrah!!!! Now I'm licensed to ... drive!!!

Bittersweet Victory

Yesterday I woke up to the wonderful news that one Indian dream had come true. The elusive gold medal for an individual event had at last been won by Abhinav Bindra. It couldn't have come at a better time. While India is shining in a lot of areas sports has been one area where we lack luster. This win is a very good thing.

The victory though is a bittersweet event. Sweet for the reasons given above and bitter because it took so many years for such a huge country to win a single gold medal. Bindra will be hailed as a hero for a few weeks. After that he will fade away just like the other Indian Olympians like Rathore & Malleshwari.

Once the initial celebrations are over with and the numerous felicitation ceremonies are finished with he will endorse 2-3 products and then as usual be put on the backstage so that we can go back to glorifying our cricket players. We never learn that there are other much challenging games in this world apart from cricket. Even if someone has the determination to pursue a different sport, they are ridiculed and sidelined.

Why is it that though our national game is supposedly hockey we don't even know who is in the hockey team? What happened to our soccer team? The only soccer player many of us may know is Baichung Bhutia. What about after him? Why is it that we are unable to develop any swimmers when Chinese, Koreans & Japanese, who have a similar physique, are able to garner so many medals in swimming?

I hope the Indian Olympic committee does some serious thinking and proactively encourages young talents and starts preparing better teams for future Olympics. Or if they feel that cricket is the only game that deserves all attention then let's just scratch the Olympic committee and refrain from sending any athletes for future Olmpic games.

Now I part with some photos from the medal ceremony of Abhinav Bindra, courtesy my friend who had the good fortune to witness this event live in Beijing.

A proud moment when the Indian flag flies high...