2. I dont remember your face, but I am confident I will remember it when I will see you.

So, as I mentioned earlier this post is going to be the seminal post for rest of the blog.  It all started with a call I made few minutes ago.

Little bit of background first, when I was in India (3 years ago) me and my sister would always hate to meet distant relatives.
The reason being,
1) We see them once every 5-8 years.
2) We don't remember them (at all) as much as they do.
3) They always comment on how much we have grown up (well ofcourse! last time you saw me I was 5 years younger!).
4) And last and most horrifying reasons of all, what to talk to them? (I mean really, what?).

No offense, I respect them all but its just too much pressure to handle. So, one of the advantages of staying outside India was this 5-8 year ritual will be even longer (Yay!).

But wait! Nope, thats not how it always happen. So, I called my parents (which I do every other day). Unfortunately today, they were actually at some distant relative's house. As soon as I realized it, I tried to keep my conversation small and told my mom  that I will call her back tomorrow (when they are home). The moment I said this, my mom said, "Wait! talk to dad's buaji, and speak little louder she can't hear properly". I go, "Nooooooo, wait... noooo" (too late!). Fine, I talk to her, couple of sentences here and there and done (she was actually very cute).

I thought great! I did awesome! I will just say bye to my dad and keep the phone. The moment I told my dad, I will call him tomorrow, he said "talk to him" (Who? Where? What should I talk? I don't even know how old is "he". Shit!) So I hear a voice, "How are you?" (A grown up voice, thats not a bad start). I say, "I am good how are you doing?" (At this point I have absolutely NO clue who I am talking to). He replied, he is doing good (I console myself, its going well, you are doing great, just a few more sentences and it will all be over soon). Next question comes from him, "Do you remember my face?" (WHAT!!!! are you kidding me? I don't even know who I am talking to, I don't even know your face.. panic! panic! panic). Out of this panic, I say, "No" (shit, thats a really bad reply). So I continue, "I don't remember your face, but I am confident I will remember it when I will see you" (Duh! what kind of reply is this? Anyways, the damage was already done). I said a quick goodbye. And kept the phone.

Peace!

1. Introduction

Well this will be my 5th attempt for starting a blog. I am starting this one with the same amount of enthusiasm as the last 4 blogs (which were deleted within 5 days, thats my enthusiasm curve in general). So lets not talk about my high expectations with this blog but rather just get started and see how it goes (ends?). ;)

Theme for this blog is to share my experiences "caused" by "living outside India". This idea triggered with a call that I made few minutes ago (details in next post).

PS: Title for this post is the same as my first thesis chapter (Hmmm... thesis not going that well, oops! But on the brighter side, it has been going on and on and on for almost 3 yrs now).