My marriage with my pink fancy…

Once upon a time, when I arrive in India, after figuring out in which world I was landing, I was ready to submit all my documents for marriage. I was so exited! I already did it before, but it was not too big deal, it just was like a friend visit and nothing else; there was no emotional connection.

But they say No! For more I told them we are in love, we are meet to be together, the said No and No. They said this is not your country. There are rules and procedure you have to follow.

But our love is true, it is real and the only thing we want is to make it legal.

If you want it t become legal, to don’t hide any more, then you have to have patience and everything will get resolved. Just follow the procedures, have patience and everything will get resolved.

It was hard! Damn hard! They did everything they could to avoid our marriage! They inclusive changed India’s rules to make me renounce, to make me go back home and to forgot about him. I was shouting out loud that they will not make me drop out. I’m not leaving! At the end, when they couldn’t do anything else, they just allow me to stay here. And to submit the documents in order to marry it.

But they never give up, they’ve been trying to do the impossible to separate us, to don’t let us get marry. They said I was not available when they send me the documents necessary for marriage. They did it! They did it twice! Bastards! Liars!!! But I discover the plot. Thanks God I discover it on time.

And I told them: you did everything to avoid us to get marry! You never agree with this marriage! I always knew it!! But there is nothing you can do to avoid it! We will get marry!!!

And the answer was: “It’s ok madam. You will have it.”

Oh yeah! I don’t believe it since I don’t see it.

In a normal morning, my phone ring, was a guy asking for me. He was there! waiting for me to give the envelop with all the documents I deed! I cannot believe it! They did it! and they did it before I was expected!! Wow! I’m impressed! Thanks!

And I got the envelop with all the documents, it was there. Pink and fancy My debit card with the salary. Finally! I got my salary! After 3 months!

Looking back to all of this, there is another lesson of India that I learn: Follow the procedures and have patience. Everything will get resolved. Don’t worry. It will take some time, but it will be alright.

Thanks my dear ACE coordinators , Sudhakara (my boss) and my colleagues for the help.

The sabodage of my mind

Everyone knows that after summer is autumn. During more than 22 years of my life I saw this: after summer, the autumn is coming. Yes, it is true, that is specific for temperate climate usually. There are some other parts of the world where din things are different; like those countries near Ecuador. I didn’t miss that geography lesson! Ha!

For coincidence or not, life brought me to India and when I came I read I”m coming exactly in the middle of the summer. Cool, ha! I change late winter with summer. Quite convenient. After the summer, the monsoon season is coming here. Monsoon? Aaaa!! Yeah! That raining-windy season. When the clouds cannot wait any more and start throwing all the water they have caring during all the year.  Interesting thing! How can they wait so much and after throw everything? They must be very angry coz they have to carry all that weight.

But if you see the things from the other point of view, you can notice that here the clouds are more organized. They have rules, and they cannot complaining or cry ruing the best day of your life whenever they want.  I think they were complaining to much and for that they make a special season for them – monsoons season.

I will be in India one year, so I cannot avoid knowing the real monsoon. And more than that, I’m leaving in Mumbai, that is known for its special heavy rain. Exactly when I was saying about the rain in Mumbai outside start raining. It is raining again. Heavily of course.

Lets go back to my dear autumn (I was born in autumn). So like I was telling you, everyone knows that after summer is coming the autumn, and after the first rain, it starts becoming colder and colder, till the leaves are falling, we get our gloves, jackets and so on.

I had the summer, what next? Autumn! No, no, no, monsoons!! A!! Yeah! I forgot! You are leaving in India. Yeah, it’s true. Monsoons.

I’m leaving my life normally here, I’m wearing the same cloths, coz it still being very warm. But, I’m always feeling cold. It is colder, isn’t it? This is what I’m asking my colleagues every day. And they every day are telling me that no, it is not. “I don’t understand why are you felling cold, it is not cold.” “You are coming from Romania, you should be used with such kind of climate.” Yeah! Right! But I back home I have proper cloths. I’m not wearing sandals in autumn.

I don’t know how come I’m the only one is feeling cold. Am I have a problem? Everyday I take a very hot shower and I’m sleeping with my winter blanket that I brought from Romania without fan and I’m still feeling cold. Ah! They are lying! It is colder! I’m feeling cold! So, I checked the weather forecast and .. uh! what’s this? Anca, do you need a doctor? I know a very good one. The temperatures are almost the same…

Hmmm… But why am I feeling cold??

And I start thinking and thinking… And… Yes!!! That’s why! It is only in my mind!! I cannot believe it!!! U! mind! You are sabotaging me! You make me feel cold even it is not!!! Ah! you are such a bastard!!!

Ok, ok, it is true that you grow up expecting for the autumn to come after summer, but it is time to change this mindset, to adjust! Here is different. I know it is very hard to don’t feel afraid when you see this rain, coz if you see such kind of thing in Romania you think it is the end of the world, or it is disaster, but here is not Romania. Here such kind of rains are something normal. People are used with it. Don’t feel afraid, neither cold.

I start walking home (4-5 km in hours. It is like walking from Copou to Tatarasi. It is not so much) in order to convince my mind it is not autumn, it is just monsoons and it is not cold at all. Sometime I’m wearing a scarf like winter scarf to make my mind feel better. Poor mind ) The paradox is it is working!

Step by step I’m convinceing my mind and I’m feeling better!

Wish me luck!

Till then, enjoy the saint Indian cows. Aren’t they sweet?

Improvisation time

One of the things that I most miss from home is my precious oven.

Yes, that thing that is in our kitchen always, that it comes by default and you don’t have to worry never regarding it. You may want a microwaves oven what has a lot of gadgets.

But leaving in India, it is a luxury to have oven. Here almost nobody has an oven. All the Indian food is made only with the gas cooker. But Romanian food no All my cakes need oven.  ( Yeah, I really miss my precious oven, buuut.. Tulsi, my ex roommate from Australia teach me how to an oven on the top of the gas cooker.

I just put a pan over the gas cooker, my cake pot under it and I cover everything with a bit pot. It is really cool and it is like a real oven. My cake receives warm from all the parts and the cake is really delicious. My flatmates eat it instantly