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Thursday, 28 April 2016

The Lazy Housewife at Atlanta


If you read my previous post just now, then u are jumping 4 months into the "future" with this post, which is my "present" here at Atlanta and will be my "past" if I’m reading this years from now. Just messing with ya. But isn’t it interesting how time can be so relative, no?

For those spouses who came to the US on dependent visa, we can all agree on one thing: we are dependent. Damn, so dependent. I followed my husband on H4 visa and right now I haven’t got my work permit. US is a stickler for rules so I don’t want us getting deported by duping employers to give me a job. In a year or so my husband can apply I-140 and things might change. Don’t wanna bore you with details. Bottom line I depend on my husband financially right now and I’ve been branded a housewife, the horror.

But I’m kinda enjoying it. I’m actually taking this as a long vacation. It’s like the world belong to only me and him. Finally together. Far from families and friends, I can be anything I want. Every weekend we would watch a new movie in this mall we always go. Try out new food in some random restaurant. We would also go for long drives or hiking. And now that it’s spring, everything looks so beautiful outside. 

Weekdays are sometime boring when he goes to work. But there’s always stuff to do here. Like reading a good book sitting in the park, checking out some local events with my new "housewife" friends, yoga classes, taking a long walk, etc, etc. And oh yeah, Netflix. I have watched all the movies and TV series which I always wanted to see.

 Though I got all the time in the world, I’m doing a very shitty job of being a housewife. I don’t keep the house spotless and shiny all the time, I don’t cook if I feel lazy and I don’t wake up in time to kiss my husband goodbye before he go to work. But he said he still loves me. Teeheehee.. Though in my defense, when he return home i would often greet him like this happy jumping pet dog who is very excited that the master is back.Yep! I'm a dog when i'm not being a cat.

Alright then. This post is just an update on my life. It is a pretty good life for a shameless freeloader. And with all the beauty and free time around me, I’m gonna write more. I got my muse back. So stay tuned. And bye for now.





Happy New Year 2016

I always write a post when it’s the New Year. This year, I didn’t. So here I am 4 months late writing a post in my dead blog. Déjà Vu

Night of 31st Dec 2015 :

Midnight was fast approaching. And we were ready. By ready I meant stocking a couple of booze like old monk, some cheap beers, kebabs and lotsa unhealthy snacks. The usual. We are a low maintenance group. We like hanging out with crazy friends, get drunk, get loud and laugh at the most silliest thing which aren’t funny at all when we are sober. 

At times one of us will start a fight, get all emotional and accuse the other of some stupid thing that happened 7 months ago. Tears and screams will follow. And it will end with all of us hugging each other in a dramatic happy ending. Unless another person decides to accuse another person about another stupid stuff.

I thought all these madness was over for me. I’m married now. Though it’s been only a month, things have changed. I feel I need to be more responsible and commit my crazies only to my husband. So tonight I was with three of my closest friends, toning down my so called "crazies" and telling myself that this is the last time. After all, these three were like my extended family. My best friend Rosy, the kickass Reeya and non-drinker Nizam. They were at my wedding too. They traveled 3000km from their home to a semi-violent unpredictable land just for me. That qualified them to be in my top rated friend list (if I have any list).

Midnight, dawn of 1st Jan 2016:

It was countdown time. We were tipsy. We all ran up the stairs to the 6th floor terrace of Rosy’s Apartment. Some other resident were already there. The night was noisy. Lots of firecrackers everywhere. And since we were pretty high up, we could see the colors exploding very near us, making it all the more awesome.

Boom Boom Boommm the sounds go and we were jumping like little kids grinning from ear to ear. It was a Happy New Year to be with them. I wont be seeing them in a while since I was leaving for US to be with my husband a few weeks from now. My mind drifted to my husband. He missed it all since he was in a flight at that moment, heading to Atlanta. He left yesterday. I wished he was here.

Another group of resident came up with a big chocolate cake and they shared it with us. Such a good Samaritan. Maybe coz we were staring at those cakes hungrily. Hmmm..

We all started wishing each other. To friends as well as strangers.  Also calling up people if our busy pompous network will allowed us. The air was filled with happiness and hope. I guess its coz people want the thought of a new beginning. Though it may not change anything in our life, we still hope that there’s a good thing coming in this brand new year and it’s only natural to welcome it with open arms.




So yeah that was my new year 2016. Some stuff did happen after that; like me chopping off my long hair with a blunt scissor which I found in Rosy’s kitchen.  But that’s all drunk talk. And all’s well now.