Take a Change

CaptureI don’t like change. I eat the same ‘Chicken Friend Rice- Basil’ from Thai Express every time I do not bring lunch to work. I drink the same ‘double double’ coffee from Tim Hortons in winter and an iced cap in summer. I take the same transit every day after work even thought I have other options. I shop from the same 4 stores that I am used to. To pretty much sum up my life, I have a routine and I stick to that routine. At all times.

Every time I walk alone, I listen to music. Two days back, I was stressed out in the morning trying to make it to office in time. I plugged in my headphones as I left the house hoping the music will calm me down (as it always does). And then for some strange reason, I decided to keep the phone in my bag and proceed to office, music-less. GASP!

My 40 minutes ride to office that morning was amazing. What happened, you ask? Well, nothing did. Or at least nothing that would make you go WOW. But, it was different to me and that was what I needed that morning. I needed a change.

On that morning commute, I heard people talking. I heard the sound of the train. I heard a little boy (who just got into the train and sat with his mom) ask the stranger sitting in front of them, ‘What kind of a phone is that?’ To which she replied ‘An IPhone’. And I smiled.  I heard another lady talk on the phone about an interview that she was heading to attend. I heard a gentleman walk up to the bus driver and suggest another route to take because a CP train was crossing our road. And the Driver did too, saving 20 minutes for all of us in the bus.

All these incidents are insignificant. I agree. But they were different from my regular. And that sometimes, is good.

Perhaps, you can try it too? If you drive to work every day, take the bus one day. Be prepared for it to take you twice as long to get to work, but enjoy the delay. If you walk the same path every day, try another one today. If you send the same mail everyday as part of your routine, change your words one day. If you have the same cooking routine every week, change it for a week. If you go to bed every day at the same time, change it for a day.

I enjoyed my morning commute to the office without music so much that I tried it again today too. I loved it. So does that mean I am not going to listen to music when I travel in the morning for the next couple of days? Umm. Can’t say. For all you know, I might get back to my music tomorrow.

The point is, change can be good. To appreciate your usual.

Letters from Calgary. Shopkeepers and their smiles.

Dear Exwhyzee,

Yesterday was quite an eventful day for us. We went to get our health card. The system here is so cool.I mean, we have to pay a premium every month and all our hospital visits are free. It is not like our country’s insurance policy, where sometimes you only end up getting a tiny portion of what you actually ended spending, reimbursed. This is totally like cashless visit.

After that, we had some time.So we ended up doing our grocery shopping.It’s a good thing that hubby knows the place around. (That means no endless searchings in the snow.:) )The stores look pretty much like our Indian stores. If, maybe we were not used to the oasis shoppings in India, this would have looked different. Seems like meat here is cheaper than vegetables when compared to Indian rates.This is one thing that I keep doing. Convert everything I see to Indian rates and exclaim the difference. Hubby says it will take some time before I get over this mindset.(Pss. Just for your ears. We bought 7 bananas for 200 Rs.). Hubby went crazy in the meat section and I went crazy in the vegetable section.(Hubby is a meat lover and I, a veggie lover).

I’ve been to quite a few shops here and one thing that amazes me is the smile people have on their faces. All the shopkeepers I’ve encountered so far, have been awesome polite with a cheerful smile and a ‘have a good day’ when we leave.When crossing paths with strangers walking on the roads,I’ve always seen a simple hello and a smile. Maybe it’s too soon to judge, but from what I’ve seen so far, I think it’s safe to say that Calgary is a very polite place.(I wonder why Robin Scherbatsky wanted to move to New York.)

There are certain things that I don’t understand here.Like why the lights on the buildings are on all the time.Even during the nights and the weekends when no one is around. It kinda makes me sad to know that in India we have power cuts for 2 hrs everyday while here, there is plenty. But it makes me feel proud in a way. That I come from a country that knows to survive with its bare minimum.

Exwhyzee, I forgot to carry my camera with me when I went out yesterday.So I only have some pics that I took from my house to show you.

Today’s fascination : Reflections on buildings.

Sadly,I am not what my dad is made of.

My dad retired from work today. After close to 36 years. As a family, we were invited to his office farewell party. During the function, many spoke about dad. The constant words that kept popping up were Honest, Hard Working, Sincere, Helping, NEVER get angry etc. Now, I know that when a person leaves a company, a lot of nice things are said about the person. But you ask their family and you get to know the real person. But in my dad’s case, we as a family can assure anyone that these words are true. Such is my dad.

Anybody who has met my dad for a very few minutes can immediately judge the kind of person he is. And the quality that stands out in my dad is the fact that he seldom gets angry or raises his voice.I was quite a difficult kid when I grew up.I mean, I remember the tantrums that I used to make every now and then. Being the youngest in the family, I got to enjoy a lot of pampering. Mostly from my dad.

Now, being my dad’s daughter, it only makes sense that I resemble him a little in his ‘never to get angry’ trait. But that is where you are terribly wrong. As a kid, I used to get angry. Very very angry over trivial matters.Once, a minister of God while praying, suddenly started praying for my anger issues.(He was someone who I had never known before). I remember bring really really embarrassed.But I had no one to blame but myself.

Sometime during my teens, God happened in my life and things changed after that.My anger issues have definitely come down. I would never claim total victory over it but I’m letting God work that area of my life.(Ask my mom and she will definitely agree that I have not won over my anger issues).

The thing I realize from this, is this. You are never what your parents are.I mean you don’t take up after them. In resemblance , Yes. But in character, NO. Of course, you will be influenced a little by their reaction to things but then you have only yourself to blame for who you are right now. If your father was a thief, there is no gene in your body that would make you a thief. If someone in your family is a compulsive liar, you don’t have to be one.You can take the good and ignore the bad in people. Think about it. The choice is actually yours. You can be who you decide to be.

Updates : Been really busy with my travel plans. Very very excited about it. My travel has been delayed by a day so the countdown stands at 5.5 days. (If you are wondering what the countdown is for, click here)