Chalo foreign

I met this guy recently in my home town in India who was surprised to know that despite being in UK for the past 3 years I don’t listen to pop or western music. He was very much surprised to know that I am still a vegetarian. He was shocked to know that I don't smoke or drink even on formal occasions.
What is surprising to me is that, even in these days some people have this myth that you loose your qualities when you go abroad. When I asked my dad’s permission for my abroad trip his only condition was that I need to get married and take my wife along. Not that he didn’t have confidence in me; it was just the strong belief he had in foreign trips.

Last week...

Last week I was busy at work and with an important personal work. Thats the reason for my poor blogging last week. Hoping to get back to normal pace this week. Though this page doesn't get that many hits, just for those few who visit.

Daddy is happy!

My wife is pregnant. Having used to the service levels of NHS in UK, I was very nervous about having the delivery in London. But as my daughter is starting school in January we had no other options. We called our GP to register for the midwives clinic and were informed that we would be called only after 14 weeks for the initial appointment and registration. This further fuelled my fears. Luckily we had diagnosed this in India and brought some initial medicines and vitamin tonics.
To our great surprise we got a call our from our GP Yesterday.(still its just 7 weeks for my wife). We were thrilled when two midwives dropped into our home today and spent more than an hour on general advice, collecting blood samples etc. They gave their mobile number and asked to contact in case of any emergency or problems. Mann that was really a consolation when you didn't have your parents or elders near by.

Murphy's law

I am a great believer of Murphy's law. The worst thing about it is If that comes to my mind when I am tense, it always worksout. I was late to office today with the usual morning tensions. Missed my first bus seconds before it started from the stop. Waited another 15 mins patiently in the stop. Missed my second bus when I bent down to tie my shoe lace. The driver mistook that I didn't want to board the bus and sped away. Then I missed my connecting train and as a result my main train. Finally I was late to office by hour and a half. Luckily Murphy's law was out of my head by then.