60 days count down..

Hello to my friends at Indusladies

If everything goes according to plan the excatly 60 days from today i will be in US.. and i will be writing my comments in my own thread " my first day in US"

In these 60 days i wil be going through lots of emotional turmoils, happiness, excitment , sadness and many more.. sometime i wil be upset .. may be i will be down. i dont know what types of emotions i will be experiencing in these 60 days... i felt to penned down on daily basis

I will share whats happening.. i wil try to write as frequntly as possible .
I welcome all my friends to read it and share their experience.. i am sure all of us might have faced these situations at one point of time,, so starting from today here comes my first post..

Day 1 11th July 2009. Right now i am at Jammu at my parents place for vaccations.. by 31 july i wil be leaving for mangalore( to my Inlaws placev) .. i wil be there for couples of days then off to states.. today i discussed my plan with DH. he is still not convenced that we should catch our flight from Delhi not via Bangalore.. tussle is still on.. lets c what is the final decision.. but if he decide to go from Mangalore i wil be having tough time as i have to carry all my luggages all alone from Jammu to Mangalore.. yeah we check the air ticket prices for Mangalore to Delhi the cheapest is 8k for both of us.. still our plan is not finalised.. i am upset because of this uncertainity..

12th July 2009

Today i went out for a movie ( shortkut) with my family.. it was a good family outing.. i guess after ages we went out like this.. yeah we had our dinner at Sagar Ratna.. can u believe to have good dosa in JAmmu..

As per as my programme we have not booked our ticket

13-20th july

I am down with viral fever.. no improvement.. so couldnt write much.. but yeah one development happened.. i know when i am flying to US.. even i have booked our ticket to Mangalore to Delhi.. some sign of relief...

20-23 July

For these 3 days .. i was living in Hell but my Mum's love was my saviour..
In Jammu the medicial facilities are horrible. there is no doctor available..
we called all our known people here to get information about a good physician.. but all in vein. finally we found one doc we went to his clinic and after traveling for 1 hour in hot sun .. he had gone for vaccation..
We didnot lose hope.. someone said there is BATRA HOSPITAL .. and and... as again. we got to travel to the out skirt of the city.. .
when we reached there ., they said mam no more tickets for the day as with half an hour doctors r going for a conference..

so the nutshell was one more day in fever..

24th July

A day of celebration.. no more fever..

went out with mom for shopping... i bought following this for my New Life..

1. Chakla
2. Belan
3. 1 Packet of Shilpa Bindi
4 . Cardamum
5. Saffron
6. Bought a suitcase
7.safety pins for Sari
8. One year supply of my medicines
9. Cooker
10. Kadai..

another 7 days i wil be out from home.. today mom and dad were feeling nostalgic.. they were discussing life after my departure.. ( i was there in my mum's lap.. pretending as if i am sleeping.. )

Gosh is there any way that time can just stop here????

update pls

25th July

My dad came back from his tour and guess what i am free from fever.. people say i am close to dad everytime he goes to tour i wil be down with fever and once he is back i wil be hail and hearty.. so what did i do.. drank lots of lots cold water as i was not allowed to drink during Summer heat.. well tommorow is holiday.. and bro wil be at home.. serious talk are going on for small family vaccation.. i am praying papa should get agree to our proposal

26th July..

Yippy papa finally nod his consent and we were off to Mansar lake , a small toursit destination, just 1 hour drive from Jammu . It was great fun, highway bro on wheel mon the navigator, music on high volume and me and dad . whatee fun..

After reaching there i enjoyed a small nap in my Mom's lap under the CHinar Tree. I guess this is the greatest luxuary in the world.. Finally we came back packing all the sweet family memories in our heart. did i miss him.. hmmmm.. for the time being no i didnt.. did i talk to him.. No. ..

July 27

I am home sick, terrible home sick,, spent whole day with ma.. i dnt know i am feeling some kind of void around me.. i want more. i want to be at home. i want to enjoy the comfort. a life without anytension or responsiblity but on the otherside i am worried for my DH.. Gosh.. where is the end of it..

We decided that we will start packing from tommorow onwards.. i want to push push push the dates as far as away.. whats wrong me.. why i am thinking like this...
Ma knew my feeling so she took me for Cafe day our hangout place.. it was all Ladies days out..

Thanks to Ma, she made my day and as i was typing this post.. she is right beside me waitng for me so that i can sleep in her lap.. yeah i did not call my DH.. and i am trying hard to live this moment as much as possible.

July 28

I do not how time passed , just now we went for a picnic but when i see the calender it tell me that we went there 2 days ago.. Time Statue.. Time stopped here,,, Alas it is not accepting any commands..

I am started singing this song as loudly as possible "Saasural Genda Phool"
Well i finally managed to over come my intertia and started my packing.. first we measured the dimension of our suitcase it was something around 178 cm X something X something..
So in front of me there were two suitcase and i have to pack everything as dearly into them.. we divided our cloths into multilple columns like cudiar , sari, jeans etc..then we set up our sari blouse petticoat into one.. we planned that i should have atleast 3 news saries for upcoming festival like diwali, narrowed down to 5 suits. 3 jeans and since i love wearing sari i opted 8 saries..

one suitcase full of summer and winter clothing and other one all house hold items.. i was in big turmoil all the smal house hold items were reminding me of my old home.. with each item i shared beautiful feelings and I M missing everything, my home, my address My DH

thanks to my Mother's skills she packed my stuff so neat and in an organised manner.. Pheww.. the fruit of our hard labour was ready two big suitcase ready for departure..
just one more day i wont in my home again for how long . i have no idea.. i decided next day no matter what i wil not think of US, DH or anyone else i wil just enjoy..