Singing and Driving

When some one says stop singing, I equate it to "Stop Breathing" at times. Like you didn't know I am that dramatic ;). Something about a song that makes me forget everything at times. I learned Carnatic Music for 7 years. Then I found out learning classical music is equated to having to sing in front of everyone and I gave up after a while :). That was also the time I realized I want to sing for me and myself alone (I am pretty sure my neighbors were very happy with that decision;)). Watching Indian movies I always wondered, who would just start singing when they are sad and who sings dancing like that just because they are happy. Then it hit me, I do that. Kamalakar Mamayya was the first one who picked on that habit of mine. Back in the day when I first started seeing Prabu, I would be home singing La Bouche's "I love to Love" and he would say, "I guess we will know who he is soon"...lol. Oh yes,they did know who he was 6 months later:). There were also days where I would be singing "Dum Maro Dum" when I got mad at my mom or dad. You see, sometimes it's hard to walk away from a situation and at the same time you would be looking for a break. People have different ways of dealing with this and I do it with singing.

After I got my licence and my own car, it was an union of heaven and heaven. Driving in my own car for the first time with the kind of music I wanted said, "I have arrived, move over". Everyone looks for that feeling of power or control at times in life. If you try to have it over your loved ones, I will put you in my "controlling, manipulative freaks" file. When you try to control the speed of your car, or the volume of your music I will stand by you and smile. It's nice to release your feelings and emotions at times via your passions without having to involve anyone else :).

oh and I have a new car buddy who listens to my singing and venting without judging me and he is hot to look at too ;)

Family And Friends

V and I are in Jersey for a 6 week trip. This whole working from home has been a blessing and curse at times. I hardly take vacations because, well as long as the place I am going has wi-fi, I am down connecting to VPN and working away. So this trip is also a working-mini vacation. Advantage of it is I get to meet family and friends without feeling too guilty about using up all my vacation days :).

Flying into NJ went smooth with V. He was very good on the plane, ate a Caesar salad with the dressing to the surprise and amusement of the flight crew. We also had a very interesting conversation in mid-air

V: I want to be a Rocket Pilot when I am big and strong
Me:I think people who fly Rockets are called Astronauts right? Remember the book you read about them at home.
V: No amma, Astronauts fly rockets very fast. Rocket pilots fly the rockets very gently. So I want to be a rocket pilot.
Me: Ok then. You can be a rocket pilot (Oiy)

Back to Jersey, weekend flew by with family get-together. Had too much food, wine and fun. V got to meet some of my cousins that he hasn't seen in long time. He was super psyched to meet Leela and Anand again and was following Leela wherever she went.

Hoping to have some more fun this weekend if weather and work permit. Mr. President passed Michelle's Law which means I am back to working long hours (Phulease, you really thought the mail you get from your company about your annual insurance benefits was done via a copier. There is way too much drama behind the scenes for that piece of paper that you throw in the trash without even opening it at times ;))