Daily musings - Beauty parlour

Being a girl, trips to beauty parlours are inevitable. Beauty services in UK are sooooo costly. I mean, if you go by the rates here and compare them to what you get back in India, you'll feel, you are being robbed here. £7 for just eyebrows. If you convert that into rupees, its 70 rupees for just, simple eyebrows. Don't get me talking about other services. It breaks my heart. Probably because I'm new to UK and I'm still in the conversion mode. I keep converting pounds into rupees in my mind, and there lies my misery I guess.
Anyways, I think it will take me some time to 'just be' in the pounds mode. So, I've found this really nice parlour, right in the town centre, close to my house, and its run by Asians. The owner is a Pakistani and the workers are Marathis, Sikhs and North Indians. I am really glad that I found them, mainly because of three reasons. 1) Being there gives me a sense of home. I can converse with the staff in Hindi. 2) The services are relatively cheaper, so I get good quality at decent price and 3) They play awesome Hindi songs - from Punjabi tracks to latest chartbusters and sometimes even golden classics :)
So, I went to the parlour today. For the usual stuff, you know. And as I was waiting for my turn, an African lady walked in. She started chatting with the owner, asking her all sorts of questions like - When did you open this parlour? Where are you from? How many people work here? What nationality are your employees and so on. The owner, not wanting to appear rude to her customer, answered each and every query, the best she could.
On being told that she (the owner) was a Pakistani and her employees were Indians, the African lady looked shell shocked. "How do you all work here? Isn't it like India vs Pakistan here? I mean war-type situation," she blurted out. The owner smiled at her customer and said, "We are all brothers and sisters here. The only situation that you'll ever see here is that of love and togetherness. When I came to UK, I worked under a Sikh owner, she taught me everything that I know today, and 8 years later, she helped me open this parlour, where you are sitting today. I hope I've answered your questions. Next please." 
I just couldn't help but smile. :)

Daily musings - gym class

So, bored with normal gymming and using free weights, I decided to do a studio class - you know the classes where they teach you Zumba, Pilates, yoga etc. I though some stretching and toning would be nice, so I registered myself for this class called Stretch and Tone. Very well then, the class started and we all got down to doing what was being instructed by a kind looking elderly gentleman who asked us to stretch our body in unimaginable proportions.
So, we got down to doing some stretching exercises - legs, then arms, stomach and then back. While doing the back, he asked us to first expand and then contract our back muscles. Now, this might sound very easy, but when someone asks you to sit on all fours and expand and contract your back muscles, its a lil difficult to comprehend what and how he actually wants us to do that. So, the instructor explained and demonstrated how it was to be done. And we all did what he asked us to.
But there was one girl who couldn't follow the technique and how it was to be done. The instructor explained it again and then again, but she just couldn't get it and then.... she started crying.
The instructor got so worried, thinking he might have said or done something. So he asked, "You alright? What's wrong?" The girl didn't stop crying. She kept sitting on all fours and kept crying. Finally she said, "I am not very good with directions and instructions."   
Wonder what triggered the outburst? I felt like giving her a big hug.

Daily notes - the beginning

Have been thinking of writing something daily just to give way to my observations and keep the writer in me alive. Have to admit, job search in a new country can be a real pain in the ass and to be honest, I've been at it for the last 4 months now, and all that I've got back is - either no response or something called polite declining. So I get a mail saying, 'We have gone through your resume but we are sorry to inform you that we won't be taking your application further, as we have received other applications that suit our position better. Better luck with your job search.'

Alright. So there are people who are better at every job position that I've applied for... Fair enough. But I refuse to believe that I don't deserve a chance, so I keep trying and I will keep trying until someone hires me.

Now this hiring thing is not to prove a point. Its just to earn money, because let's face it... No matter how good you think you are... No matter how many awards you gathered in your school, college or even at previous work places, you need money to keep going.. To live your dreams... To live the life you deserve and to make ends meet.

It is also a self confidence booster... As it shows that someone cares about your work or what you think you can do. Anyways, everyone has a different opinion on calculating his or her own self worth. Mine is a lil screwed up right now... As you can judge by my post here... Its all over the place, a lil confusing and most people might think its just jibber jabber.

This is just a start.. I guess I'm now finally going back to the original theme of my blog - The voice in my head. :)