Hello! This is an extension of the introduction post. I live in the Garden city or whatever is left of it. People call it the Silicon Valley of India – and no wonder, you see sand (silica) scattered all over the place in the city. This can be attributed to the countless, greedy, despicable builders (a.k.a Reddy Builders) who have made millions by turning the once green paradise into a semi-desert building their Ground + 4 structures! Anyways, lets get back to the point. I stay in a duplex apartment with my two lovely kids, my wife and my parents. The elder kid is a boy aged 9 and the younger one a girl aged 7. One more thing, as a principle I won’t be naming anyone in my posts – to stay out of legal trouble. However I will use nicknames for people so that you can guess whom I am referring to. On the same lines, I will refer to my son as Pishi and my daughter as Ramesh, and my wife as Dya. Yeah I know the names are weird. Anyone who is familiar with Indian names would point out that Ramesh is a guy’s name and Pishi doesn’t even mean anything – or maybe it does, in Bengali, it means Aunt! That has nothing to do with this Pishi. There is some short story behind it but lets keep it for another day.
Let me devote the remaining of today’s post to describing what an average day in my life is like. I wake up around 7 a.m and have a glass of warm water mixed with cinnamon and honey which my mom prepares for me. After finishing my cleaning up, I wake up Pishi and get him downstairs. I brush his teeth, we both have breakfast which our cook Tunna prepares. Pishi has to go for cricket coaching at 8 a.m in his school – so my mom and me get him ready. I drop him to the school which is just in front of our house. What a great decision to buy a house in front of the school! No school bus tensions bah. Okay, so I get back home, water the plants, bring Ramesh down carrying her on my back. My mom handles the entire part of getting her ready for school. I get started for my daily job at 8:15 a.m. I work from home, I don’t have to rush in that mad Bangalore traffic – another wise decision, I feel. Around 8:45 a.m I drop Ramesh to school and continue my work.
Sharp 9:15 a.m, the stock market opens and I do my part time trading cum investing. I work for 5 hours at a stretch. Around 12:30 p.m, Tunna comes to prepare lunch. I have lunch at 1:30 p.m and work for another hour. At 3:00 p.m, I go and pick up the kids from school. I continue my work as the kids have lunch and finish their homework. At 6 p.m, I go for Yoga classes – where sometimes my wife joins me. I come home around 7:15 p.m to a chaotic environment with Mahabharata playing at a loud volume on Television and the kids anxious to know when we would be going for our daily game of badminton. We play for 30 mins and sweat out – the kids on one side and me on the other. Back home, we take turns taking bath. Some days, I teach Pishi whereas my father teaches Ramesh. I have light food at 8:30 p.m and by 10:30 p.m we are in bed.
That’s all it takes to live the life of a confused molecule.
That’s it for today, chow from the molecule.