Locks - are they for safety or for trouble?

30th December, in the evening..
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Well, well, well.. What did I say about the powercuts. Yes, we haven't had them too many but today morning the office was without electricity. Except me and my colleague, we have laptops which had full batteries so we worked while other people were just chatting, reading newspapers, sipping coffee and planning to go to a movie since the HR manager suggested that. I felt stupid when I just couldn't take it easy and roam around. I really must a work-a-holic or something. My way of thinking: first use the battery and if the powercut is still on-going when the battery gets empty, I can relax and do something fun. "Ensin työ, sitten huvi" that is "First work, then entertainment" I have been told since the childhood. Maybe I just should get more experience of powercuts and especially of the longer ones. I just realized in here that we have powercuts really rarely in Finland. I remember it has happened few times during the X-mas or just before X-mas when most of the families baking, warming up the saunas, keeping the electric candles and other X-mas lights on at the same time. And last year during winter time once at my home when there was a transformer (muuntaja in Finnish) broken next to my apartment. At that time we had the powercut in our house only but neighbours seemed to have the lights on. I checked the fuse (sulake), or actually switch which just pops down if there's overvoltage or burn-out but I just lift it back then and try again. No need to change any fuse anymore. :) Our kids won't even know probably what is a fuse..

Yesterday evening I was again upstairs "on the roof" watching the stars and moon. So funny thing is that we do have the same moon also in Finland but it looks different in here. When it's getting smaller here in Bangalore, it is like a smiling mouth - it gets smaller in horizontal way. In Finland it gets smaller in vertical way, so our half moon or crescent (kuunsirppi) is like the letter C.

During the nights I really love the palm trees. They look so beautiful against the bright sky. I didn't remember actively the bats in here - until yesterday I saw again them flying in the night sky. My God they are BIG in here!! In Finland I've seen a bat once in my childhood when it got lost inside our greenhouse in the summer. That bat was small. I was a small kid at that time and the bat was like the size of my palm. In here it feels really creepy when you notice them flying just above you and it sounds like a pair of thin leather gloves passing you by (except there woudn't be so big OR flying gloves) - but the sound is somehow comparable to that what I can imagine. Anyway, here in Bangalore I haven't seen so much bats as in Kerala. Last year I was just watching them amazed in one evening near a temple: there were thousands of them and they really freaked me out. Also in the countryside in Kerala, when we went to see the relatives of my friend and walked in the forest among the banana and cardemon trees, I just wanted to see the sky and instead of the sky I saw a lot of bats flying around. I thought always that they are flying only during night but it wasn't night at that time.

I have been taking pictures from different signs on the streets and walls about different products. It's so funny to see a meter in the rickshaw, which is "Paras" brand. Paras is "the best" in Finnish. Or there's an advertisement "Raha - start stressless mornings from tomorrow" and they are advertising the mattresses but raha in Finnish means money. And a bottle of "bug poison", which called "Kissan"!! Kissa is a cat in Finnish and kissan is the genetiv form of the word, so it sounds more that it's continuing with something what we do not want to say loud, like shit or pee - cat's pee? Would it kill the bugs? At least it smells terrible. And the "lungi", the relaxed skirt which men are wearing in here. "Ottaa lungisti" in Finnish means "to take it easy" and yes, lungi is a dress for home and relaxing, unofficial situations. :) These things make me smile - always. We are not so far from each other anyway.

One thing which does not make me smile is the swastiqa but it makes me wonder a lot. Here you see swastiqa often at homes - on doors, walls and floors, as well as in the temples. For example when the jain people make "puja" ie. when they pray, they make a figure a swastiqa from rice while telling the "puja". In my eyes it looks definitely interesting since for European people it brings directly Adolf Hitler, War and dictators to one's mind. I have been wondering a lot where on Earth Hitler found this symbol. Yes, in here the swastiqa means.... Somehow I'm happy that I have now another meaning for that symbol and it has turned out to be good symbol instead of bad and evil after all.

Oh, I forgot to mention what happened on the first week when I came here to P.G.. I used to wake up much earlier than my roomies. In here I have woken up without the alarm whereas in Finland I have to alarms and clock radio every morning ringing and I tend to snooze the both cellphones approximately an hour while the clock-radio is playing some music and morning show the whole hour. Anyway, some miracles have happened here and I really wake up without alarm. So I woke up, took my towel, soap, shampoo, balsam, clean clothes, phones from my closet and locked the closet - and went to cold shower (since at that time I still didn't know that there would be warm water also coming). After the shower I came back to my room and wanted to take my rest of the things from the closet and the key was jamming. I turned and tried every single way but no, the door was locked and didn't open. "Damn" I thought, I have my passport, wallet and EVERYTHING important in there! How could I go to the work without those? I went to pick up "auntie" and asked her to try and the same result. Well, after trying for a while, begging the door and trying all the superstitious things I had to believe that I'm going to the office without my belongings - without passport and wallet. Lucky me, my colleague was picking me up by her car. Anyway, as soon as I reached the bus stop and started to wait for my colleague to come, there was a small accident just in the front of me. A scooter and a bicycle crashed with each other. :o I looked terrible in the middle of the morning traffic when there are hundreds of cars coming on every side but nobody else was hurt. Both drivers just got up, said sorry to each other, cleaned their clothes and vehicles and continued their way. I was the only one standing in there amazed my mouth wide open and following what's happening next. At that point I felt like "have I done something bad that the bad karma is coming to me?". I started to prepare myself for something worse - like the the sky would be falling on me or something. The whole day I was stressing about my passport, credit cards, money and everything which I had to leave on someone else care - someone who I didn't know yet so well. Afterwards I've been wondering how sceptic I must have seemed to be in the local eyes. *embarrased*

An interesting thing is also that I remember my grand-parents who didn't lock the doors in the countryside in Finland but here among millions of people, our gate is open the whole night and yesterday night the door was open when I went to sleep since my roomie was stopping by at her office and was coming late at night - and I didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night just to open the door. "Yes, nobody comes in, you can leave it open". :o OK... And this is really confusing - at the same time this city really feels often scary and safe. Similar feelings comes when you're crying and laughing at the same time and cannot decide which one you're doing/should do.

Hihi.. the sockets in here. You have to switch them on and off, like the lights. Probably there's a good reason for it, maybe it's safer in that way. First times when using the sockets in here last year I felt so stupid when suddenly the battery of my computer got empty anyway even though I plugged the wire to the socket. C'mon, it never came to my mind that I should switch on the socket since at home in Finland I just put the plug to the socket and that's it, I have electricity. Yes, we do have some extensions which you have to switch on before you get the power. And then here are different sizes of the sockets. Didn't realize it until I bought a really lovely tortch which you can load in the socket directly, no extra batteries needed. It was lovely here in India but in Finland - I couldn't load it anymore! It just didn't fit to any of the sockets. I didn't understand at all since I was able to load my phone in India anyway. :D So back at home I learned this.
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31st December, in the morning
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What did I write in the evening about the cupboard/closet lock? :D Today morning when auntie came upstairs with the breakfast, she rang the doorbell and I went to open the door. First I moved the door latch and then turned the doorknob to unlock the door. I turned again, and again, and to the other direction.. and tried all the possible bracket which could be moving near the doorknob but nothing, it just didn't open. The lock stayed locked and auntie stayed outside, me inside. I went to wake up my roomie and asked her to try. The same - it just didn't open. I told to auntie through the door and asked her to pick up the key and try to open it outside. She picked up the key downstairs and opened the door. But since she was amazed what has happened she locked the door again and tried. :D The same thing, the lock was stuck and remained locked again. Now we had auntie with the key inside the door and we were not able to go out. Auntie went next to the window and called her husband and daughter-in-law to open the door outside but she had to drop the key first downstairs. In the meanwhile I went to the shower and hoped that the door would be open by the time I have to leave to work. .. and yes it was. :)

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1st January 2009, in the morning

Yes, now we are there, in the new year. I have announced that I'm leaving the company and I will be facing new challenges. It is the third time that I get the opportunity to a totally new area clearly because of my attitude and character. I'm really happy about it since this is how I want also the world to be. When I start doing something, I really dedicate myself to that - it can be work or totally personal things but I do dedicate, I give my everything because I know how really much I also get. And this way of living makes me really happy also. When I know I have done my best, I can focus on other things - I don't need to carry the undone things in my mind.

Oh, now I also remembered why I love writing so much!! It's because I don't need to wonder the same things over and over again. Because once you write them down, you can forget them since you know where to find your thoughts again if you would feel like getting back to them. Writing definitely relieves the space in your brains. And once you have thought in certain way and write it down, you can see how your thinking is developing if you can go and check how did you think last time.

I have two weeks left in the company and I should not probably think during my leisure time how to spend the following two weeks @work. But I don't want to force my mind to think different things than what pops up to my mind. The best result to make good results is to set your mind free and let it be thinking whatever comes out. There are times at work also sometimes that some private things come to the mind so aren't we kind of balanced anyway? I try to write the thoughts down when they come to the mind since it might be that otherwise never come anymore. I'm very much aware that my unconscious is really active and in different environments I get different thoughts and ideas, so I do want store the good ones anyway.

Many creative people talk often about the inspiration. They know how to feed their mind and get the inspirations. I think I know also nowadays, at least the basics. The thing is that the more you learn, you notice that there's still much to learn but with the basics you can always get far if you just want.

So once I woke up, I started to think about the work. We will get one new team member on Friday and we have planned the induction to the work. The base looks good and the content in principles is clear but the content is still in work in progress. I have promised to tell about the Finnish culture and "working with Finns". I do have a lot of thoughts about it and I have a lot of opinions and my own way to present the things. I want to avoid stereotypes since like in all the nations, communities, companies and groups there are every kind of individuals which are of course influenced by the environment ie. background, education, family, culture, wisdom and especially the experience and attitude what they carry by default always with them. To be able to understand other people is probably very difficult but every day you can learn something new and useful. So instead sticking with the stereotypes I want to tell about our culture and society how it appears in Finland - what things Finnish people at least carry with them without consciously knowing it.

To my mind first comes the education. It is mandatory for all the Finns to finish at least primary school. We have actually pretty clearly defined content of our primary education. I has been changing during the past decades, which is great of course. So we somehow can expect what the people around us in Finland know. One thing which we can be really proud of - we are pretty famous in reading skills. Of course the level varies a lot but in general it has been researched that Finns are good readers. That helps a lot when you're trying to find information. The education for us is free but mandatory. We start the school normally at the age of six-seven, depending on the month you are born and your skills - how matured you are.

Second thing: equality. We hear and say often that we live in a welfare society. Yes, the government pays our education, which means that we all give money for our education via taxes. If people happen to be poorer by nature or become poor by accident for example when loosing the job, you still have money for living because our social system covers the eating and living costs, so it depends on yourself if you want to get up on your own feet or get totally lost. Anyway you have opportunities and all the possibilities to survive and live nicely, choice is yours. It's not always easy but possible. I would actually dare to say that richer people do not see so clearly what benefits the welfare system brings to us but since we have democracy and all the people can vote, it still sticks in our society and that's good.

In general I often say that the Finns are not good in talking but it might be clearer to say that we don't like telling the opinions really clearly and strictly. There are many reasons for that. Maybe we are not good in the emotions.

My dear expression: Perfectionists - yes, we do have a lot of perfectionists. An interesting thing is that you might meet a perfectionist without realizing it at all since if you go to a home of perfectionist, it might be really, really messy. The big picture gets too big and one cannot see the trees from the forest anymore. But once the perfectionist gets organized, there's no way to stop him to aiming perfect result (though we all know that there's not anything purely, definite perfect.

Will get back to the blog again.. one day. :)

Some of the thoughts which did not fit to yesterday's story (written last week but updated to the blog on X-mas eve)

Yesterday I didn't love Indian people for a short time, for the first time. I felt like really frustrated since I didn't understand them at all in the way of organizing everything. Or if I put it in my way, of course I loved but it wasn't the first feeling on the top but hiding behind the frustration. Yes, in the same way as the sun shines all the time but sometimes the clouds hide the sun. Today morning I got the lovely feeling back. I can't help smiling whenever I see the small, cute things how people manage their lives in here.

Like a block away from our P.G. there're two old men who iron the clothes every morning when I pass them by - even my shirts tomorrow morning. But today morning the other man was warming up his iron.. He had the red, burning chunks of coal inside the iron and he was just blowing some fire to them. I really made me smile. "Tekemisen meininki" I'd say in Finnish but how to describe it in English? I've seen those irons in museums and at my grand-parents place in the garage or somewhere hidden or abandoned. That man seemed to be perfectly happy starting with his wireless tool and I loved to see that. Aren't these people lovely?!

Every day I end up wondering something as well as finding myself feeling guilty, cruel or just having bad conscious. I know none those feelings help to make the world better but still those feelings come.. but they go also as soon as something makes me laugh, smile and enjoy (and that happens also constantly).

My roomie found some bugs in her bed and she was cathing them with a paper and putting them to the water (these people do not kill any bugs or insects - and from killing a mosquito I do get bad conscious nowadays). Funny how the environment influences (but I do admit that I've killed some bugs and insects anyway and I just try to live with it). Anyway, when watching the bug haunt, I did laugh my ass off. The tears were just running from my eyes while laughing. I was checking the bugs with a huge interest when they were swimming in the water - like a child seeing something special for the first time. And my extreme interest in bugs was just funny for my roomies and I did make them laugh as well. I've never seen those bugs earlier but I'm sure my grand-mother would recognize them. I'm sure we have them also in Finland. The girls, my roomies I mean, were just telling me that I should be here during the rainy season - then I would really see a lot of different kinds of bugs. Small bugs I can watch as long as they do not attack me but cockroches - my God, please help me! I don't want to approach them since they are BIG in here and they make weird noises.

It just reminds me how my dear friend was studying Hindi in the North India and she was fighting against the big spiders. Living with all those bugs and other things is so normal for so many people and we Finns find it so difficult stand. I would almost like to say "ladies" but I've been always telling "I'm not a lady, I do work for my living" and I hate it when someone calls me "lady". But, this world - India- gives perspective, so welcome here anytime.

Did I mention already how my inner green activist gets some reality and challenge in here? Well, well.. First of all, who has heard about the recycling in here? Well of course they have but it's somewhat much more difficult to recycle the things in here. What about: who is recycling something in here? Nope, I'm not getting frustrated but my brains are over-heating just by thinking how this could be changed or organized. I'm sure there's a way to do that. I love though how the people, auto-ricksaw drivers and others turn off the engine when staying in the lights some five minutes and they start the engine as soon as they see the cars in the front of them moving. Well, that's also part of saving money also. How much the starting the engine takes the energy from the balanced "running"? Engineers, feel free to tell me, please. Anyway, about the traffic, this city is FULL of cars, auto-ricksaws, motorcycles, scooters and other vehicles.

The second thing are the plastic bags. These people get more plastic bags within a week more than I get within a half year normally in Finland. In the shops sometimes each item is packed in their own plastic bags and they all will be placed in another bigger plastic bag. And if you say "no thanks, I don't need a plastic bag but I can put them in my backbag" the people STARE AT you and they can't say a word. Or if they say, it might be easily "are you crazy? Everyone needs a plastic bag! How you're going to carry these things to your home?" Normally they are just wordless. Anyway, I try to live with this as well.

Lovely thing is that when we are ordering "dosas" for lunch, they normally come inside a banana leaf. :) Anyway, why people would waste banana leafs when you have to cut the whole tree as soon as you have picked up the bananas. The tree is not making the bananas second time. People are used to put the food also inside the newpapers. I've been wondering how much I've eaten the ink already but maybe it's in the balance - earlier I was eating a lot of meat and now I have eaten like twice during the whole stay in India. The vegetarian food in here is EXCELLENT! I wonder if I should hire an Indian cook for myself and take him/her to Finland. Well, no - I don't want to make a happy person miserable. Let them stay where they are happy.

In one morning this week, when we went really early to the office, there was still the night guard at the door and obviously he was sleeping when we passed him by in the stairs. He stood up immediately when he heard some steps next to him and I was what he had in his hand - a razor-blade. My God I got scared. Well, yes, a cheap self-defence if you end up fighting but I was totally wordless. Wouldn't you harm yourself with it as well? Normally I smile and say "Good morning" to everyone when I see them in the building (it's only our office which is in the building) but nothing came from my mouth but I just ran upstairs.

In the evenings people, also women seem to roam around in here and they seem not to be scared but I am when I walk alone in the darkness. In the land of powercuts I do not want to end up in a small street on the way home when the lights go off. Sometimes the thought of my Swiss knife helps me, I'm carrying it normally always with me since I need to peel the fruits often in here. In here we haven't had anyway so many powercuts. A few in the office and sometimes here at home like today at home.

This P.G. has its own solar power which warms up the water. The warm water does not come automatically anyway but you have to go to the roof to switch the warm water on in the mornings. I normally get up the first so I learned that just lately. Until that I just sometimes managed to get a bit of warm water and normally just cold for washing but I didn't mind, it's refreshing and ecological. The "shower" is like in the summer cottages in Finland. You have a big bowl and smaller "kuuppa" which you use for putting water on yourself. I do love that system in here, don't ask why. But since last year I've been dreaming of the "shower" together with my boyfriend in this way. Maybe I would just need someone to hear me screaming or grasping the air when trying to breath. Or maybe this is not a dream but just a feeling which I would like share with everyone. I still don't understand why I love to be in here so much and why I do enjoy this everything which I would not love in Finland. Maybe one day I'll understand.

Ok, sleeping time.. Hurray! The second time I managed to write already!! PARTY!! *dancing on the table and singing loud*

I got a call today from Opu and it was so nice to hear a dear voice so close but still so far. I haven't been calling to anyone else but to my parents and not even to them too often. I'm so bad in keeping in touch with everyone but I do love too many people. As long as I manage to make people smile, I'm happy and I don't worry about the calls. G'nite..

Loving writing does not make me write - why?

Could someone tell me how to learn to write everyday? Just even a bit. I have so many thoughts and head full of things to share - or even just to write somewhere. I even LOVE writing (as well as so many other things, I have to admit) but it does not make me write. Obviously "not writing" does not make me suffer so much that I'd just organize my time in different way.

Yes, I'm in India now. I arrived here on 1st of December. Somehow I managed to turn my sleeping rhytm in the wrong way just before the journey. I should have gone to sleep early every evening and I went to sleep for a week just really late instead. So in the plane I didn't feel like sleeping while other people were sleeping. I was watching movies, reading, browsing pictures, talking with Opu, thinking and all that. When I changed the plane in Mumbai, I felt already kind of tired. As soon as I got to the other terminal (of domestic flughts), I felt the sleep is coming to get me.

People back home were asking am I really going to India now. Those questions came up almost in every discussion. My project manager was telling me that I don't have to go - as well as my boss. But I wanted.. for many, many reasons I wanted to come here badly. I knew already that in India at the airports there are men with the guns at the doors - so I didn't find the Mumbai airport so risky place. And those terrorists who were attacking the hotels and railway station - I didn't believe that they would continue immediately in the same way. Well, I don't want to talk down all the things what happened but I don't want to be scared either and stop doing everything. The car can smash you anytime anyway - even near your own home. That I know too well since I lost my brother in that way.

So I came here.. And as soon as I landed in Mumbai and got out from the plane, it felt like coming home. This smell of the night, warm, humid air and all the noise! Don't ask why but I love it - I do, I do! (Adding "I do, I do" at the end of the sentences I just learned from a book which I'm reading now. I bought it some time ago - Pollyanna, a book for children. :D I bought it because one dear friend of mine just told me once that she was reading those books when she was small. And she liked them because the attitude and mentality of that child, main characted. I was reading that book yesterday the whole day in the sun shine and I love that book as well!)

So I managed to go unti Mumbai without sleeping (I left Helsinki @17.30 and arrived in Mumbai @04.30 at night). Exciting moment was if we'd get the flight to Opu since all the reservations were unsuccessful just few days before leaving and even on Sunday when we were suppose to leave, eBookers could not book any tickets to Bangladesh. And I booked the tickets for both of us well in advance. I had everything organized but Opu had the ticket only until Mumbai and he needed to continue to his home country. In addition to that, he seemed to be really nervous how they treat him in India customs since he's from the neighbour country and a muslim. I was confident that everything will be fine but since I'm not from this part of the world, I obviously cannot understand everything how these people see all this. I promised that I won't leave him in Mumbai alone until he gets the flight and everything organized. And everything went just fine. I don't know - somehow I'm not getting stressed in such situations - I just love to be "on the road".

As soon as we had bought the flight tickets to Opu in Mumbai, I left him to his terminal and headed to my own flight - which was cancelled. :D The people at KingFisher said that there's another flight going within few hours to Bangalore from Mumbai and I can take that one. But it leaves from another terminal so I had to walk there. At that time I felt sleepy already and I felt terribly passing the men with the guns while the guns were just pointing directly to me when I passed them by. I knew they don't shoot but still I don't like the feeling. In general I've never liked guns. I feel that they bring more bad than good things and especially they do not make me feel secure but more conscious of existing danger.

Anyway, so I continued to the other terminal and then I queued, and queued, and queued.. Finally when I managed to check in my luggage again (in here you normally shift your luggage by yourself), I was exhausted. I was sweating a lot and I was hungry. I found my way to the gate which was totally empty. I sent a few messages to my office just to tell them that I'll arrive later than expected and then I fell asleep. I woke up when people were boarding. In the plane I was sitting between two curious Indian men. The younger one wanted to share all his vegetarian food with me - though I told him that I've tasted most of them already last year. And the older one started to talk to me always when I was falling asleep. Anyway, nice and kind people. In Bangalore I just headed to pick up my luggage and out. There was a man at the door standing with a sign "Mr Kaisa, Citec". Indeed, it's really difficult for these people to know which name belongs to female, as well as it's difficult for us to tell the same thing about Indian names. So all those small mistakes just make me smile - cute, aren't they?

As soon as we reached the taxi, the driver gave me the phone and I heard our secretary telling me that it'll take more than an hour to reach the office and my colleague will take me then to my "apartment". I must have looked terrible - dirty and tired when I arrived to the office but I felt really happy. In the taxi I just fell asleep immediately and once in a while I opened my eyes just to notice we still didn't reach the office. But yes, I felt like at home in this huge city with all that smell, noise, people etc.

I reached the office, met my dear colleagues and headed to P.G., the place where I was going to stay. P.G. (=paying guest) is kind of normal big home, where is at least one normal family and then some people sharing the rest of the rooms. I'm not staying in a hotel for a few reasons. I agreed with my boss that I can stay here longer (8 weeks) even though the project does not require that long stay. In Bangalore you can find the some of the most expensive business hotels in the world so even the normal quality in hotels cost. Second thing is that I want to live with normal people because from them I learn the most. They offered me a place from the company - a big apartment for myself - but I really didn't find it so tempting after all. I'm not kind of luxorius girl but I love simple life people around me.

So my friend found a place for me in a P.G. near her home. So in the mornings she could pick me up on the way to work - I found it nice, since I loved all those mornings last year when we were going to work by a scootie. She was driving and I was sitting behind her watching people. Now she has a car and I kind of miss that wild feeling being so small among all the big cars and thousands of people around us.

Preety went to China on Saturday so I have to survive here all by myself. The most exciting part is that in India in general they do not have the street names anywhere. I've been wondering how these people find their ways in this huge city. Here are some 6 million people living in this city, while we have around 5 million in the whole Finland. I have learned the way to the office and lucky me I have pretty good orientation skills - here they are worth gold (in my opinion).

So today morning I needed to catch auto-ricksaw (here people call them just "auto" which was a bit confusing to me last year when I heard that first times). I need to cross the old airport road since the vehicles cannot make a U-turn in here and I'm going to Abugodi direction. Zebra crossing - what's that? In the whole city I've seen two zebra crossings. Surely there are some more but people just cross the street wherever they need. And crossing the road is always exciting since nobody stops and hundres of cars are constantly passing by. The easiest would be to walk next to a cow since people do not touch the cows here easily. I normally wait for some other people coming next to me and when they go, I go as well. Well, I do cross the streets alone also but it's just always so interesting. I suppose because you have to focus all the time in here.

I've said many times to many people that I cannot imagine Finnish drivers, especially some men. My God they'd get pissed off when someone is hanging all the time behind their ass, some 50cm's away. Here you just cannot escape the other vehicles. You're surrounded with them always when you're going somewhere. But these people drive well - somehow I really respect how they handle the vehicles.

So.. my morning. I went to stand on the other side of the airport road and started to check an auto-ricksaw which would take me to the office. Or actually to the shopping centre "Forum" nearby since I didn't remember the address of our office and I could enjoy a short morning walk. Hundreds of cars and auto-ricksaws passed by and all the them had passenger or more. I was worrying in advance of getting a ride by the meter (according to that machine which calculates the distance) but the bigger problem seemed to be getting a ride itself. Finally one auto-ricksaw stopped next to me and I asked the driver twice to put the meter on. To my surprise he put and started to drive towards Forum. He didn't turn in the crossing where Preety turns always and in this city we have a lot of one-way streets, so I was just watching the streets passing by and he could not turn to the right for a long time. But I was sure he'll take me to the right place so I was just eager to learn the city more. Finally he reached the Forum and I got off. Yes, I was in the correct place but I was sure that this wasn't the street where our office is. I was staring at the Forum and its neighbours like waiting for them to tell me where the hell I should go. I looked around and only familiar buildings were Forum and the two white buildings next to it.

Well, well, I thought, this easy it is to get lost in this city. I realized I must be on the wrong side of the shopping centre so I crossed the street and went in. Yes, in here they check all the bags when you get into a store, shopping mall and anywhere, so I kindly showed the content of my bag and I was happy that I didn't need to leave my bags to the guards like normally. On the other side I was again "at home". That was the street where our office is, who cares about the street name anyway? So I headed to the office passing by the cows and street dogs, some modest homes without any floors. While walking I realized the noise - I had my head phones since I was listening the mp3's from my phone but I didn't hear any music even though I had full voice and "speakers" in my both ears. Happily I reached the office.

See.. I didn't manage to write even half of the things which I had in my mind and this is already too long text. I suppose this is the bigger reason why I don't write. I cannot "cut the crap" but I just write like I talk. I tell and explain every single small thing since I find all the things so lovely and interesting. Good thing is that the world probably never gets too boring for me but I feel sorry for all those who find boring things. The same is with anger - I cannot be angry at people really. I can feel frustrated and angry by myself inside for a short while and I might say it to other people but I don't show it easily - only to my closest. Anyway, anger as well as being bored I just find wasting of time - I love and appreciate this life too much to spend my time in anything else than positiveness. :)

Ok, I'll try to write here - at least within a year. We'll see. Kisses and hugs to the whole world. Feel free to consider me a bit crazy but I just love so many people, I do, I do. They make me smile and do want to give them a sweet revenge and make'm smile as well.

Travel fever.. packing at night and preparing myself for the trip to India

Life is full of trials and errors.. I'm trying to find a best way to tell the news and I would like to integrate my blog to the Facebook since a lot of my friends ans some of my relatives (my dear cousins!) are using it. I tried Healthy Lemon's on a night before leaving to India but I can't get rid of the "About part of the creator" and I don't have too much time to wonder, so I leave it and start writing in Blogger, old ones are the best ones, right? And now I even noticed that Healthy Lemon even shows the time as it is somewhere is US! Yeah right, I was writing the text at night something like 1a.m.

Here's the chapter from the night between Monday and Tuesday (5.11.2007)
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New life starting?

I'm trying to find a blog which could be added in the Facebook profile.. I will be testing some and let's see how they work and serve.

I'm just preparing my trip to India and trying to organise something at home. At least cleaning is mostly done, list about the things I'm taking with me is also done, the last clothes to be washed are in the washing machine, the books for reading and to be released then in www.bookcrossing.com are also covered and ready, fridge is almost empty.. Some things are still on-going but let's see how everything goes.

Hugs for all. I promise to enjoy my time in India and give for you also something to smile at..