Sunday, December 30, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 11 - Of Cambodian generosity, Khmer cuisine & an unforgettably non-traditional Christmas!

1. Our flight to Phnom Penh, Cambodia was from Changi Airport Terminal 2, where to our unexpected delight we found an 'Ananda Bhavan' - one of Singapore's premier South Indian food houses. Nothing spells breakfast better than hot idlis and a crisp dosa washed down by the irresistible brew of a filter coffee. Naturally, the vacation began on a delicious note.

2. A breezy couple of hours later, we landed at Phnom Penh International Airport, which reminds one of the smaller airports one sees in island-nations mostly. Visas were to be issued on arrival and entailed standing in a short queue, to submit our paperwork and photographs, after which we were politely shoved to the side and asked to wait until we heard our names called out loud.
This 'non-formalization of the formal process' comes as a good break from the rigid norms one gets used to, living in the West.

3. In my email communications with multiple hotels/ travel agencies/ tour guides in Asia, I am often referred to as Mr. instead of Ms. or Mrs. Albeit unknowingly, I guess, finally someone recognizes who wears the pants in this house. (Hubster barely reads my blog posts, so this claim can easily go un-defied, me thinks)

4. Our first impression, after landing and leaving the at airport at Phnom Penh, were the uber-clean wide roads with disciplined in-lane drivers. As I overlay this instance with my similar experience of driving out of Delhi's IGI Airport, I reminded myself, that this was not the real city. Airports and Airport-cities tend to do themselves up, in order to appear like their international counterparts, to the best of their abilities. They cant help it, as in their similarity lies their efficiency. They are hardly representatives of the multitudes. The inner bylanes & streets, markets & eateries, shops & pavements are where the city's real soul lies. And each time I visit a new city, I can't wait till I navigate through its make-believe, disciplined, structured Aerotropolis to peer into its soul. Coming from someone who's made a living from designing airports for the last decade, this might seem surprising. But as I always say, I am an Urban Designer/ Planner first and an Airport Designer afterwards.

5. Cambodia is poor, much poorer than India. Yet its clean. Even in it's poorest parts, its surprisingly well-kept.
Most urban or rural areas, that I've been to, on my recent trips in Asia, are litter-free, especially when compared to their Indian counterparts. As if everyone makes it a point to throw their trash where it belongs. There are no traces of plastic all over the place, as one sees often in rural India.
It makes me wonder what a sense of social cleanliness is really related to? Is it as simple as a good, responsible upbringing or not taking-for-granted one's physical surroundings? Is it the instilling of a sense of civic ownership & pride in the citizens or a 'recycle-everything' kind of approach? In rare cases like Singapore, it could be a by-product of a government-mandate that fines you each time you litter? Granted, India does not have its numbers going for itself in this case and keeping such a large country clean is one herculean task, but civic-cleanliness if instilled as a habit at the grassroots, can surely ensure a less littered surrounding in the first place. The kind one sees in Cambodia.

6. Phnom Penh is the capital of Cambodia and also one of it's largest cities. It is located on the banks of three rivers - The Mekong, Tonle Sap & Bassac.
The first thing one notices about entering the city centre is how the entire city comes rushing right at your face, riding on top of one another in two-wheelers, maneuvering themselves through narrow, haphazard, traffic-lightless, inner city roads. The rest of the city can be found seated on pavements; on low seats, savoring hot, yummy delicacies, in the multiple street-side restaurants. A small part of the city, lounges on the steps (their version of the Indian 'ghats') overlooking the riverfront, watching life go by while some others run on treadmills or bike on stationary bikes, placed in parks. (Yes, you got that right. Exercise equipment placed in parks; a new take on running/ biking outdoors if you don't have the space, because it's better used up as two-wheeler parking area)

7. On all our travels, while the Hubster prefers the usual Starwood properties, on account of their guaranteed level of service, a 'no surprises' kinda stay etc, I go the different route and book ourselves in unique, contextual and more locally-originated hotels/ b&b's/ homestays etc. (My approach being more inside-out than the outside-in. The only 'special' requirements I bear in mind, while picking accommodation offlate is, it needs to have a swimming pool/s for the tadpole offspring & a baby-sitting facility for us party-hard parents)
The Plantation Resort & Spa is a brand new, modernly designed, compact yet elaborate, oasis-like resort, right in the heart of the city. While their multiple pools, elegantly designed spaces and central location serve as clear advantages, their warm & hospitable staff is their real asset.
(A striking feature of most Cambodian hotels is how they publicly value their employees. While the corridors surrounding the central courtyard at our hotel in Phnom Penh, displayed creatively shot, life-size b/w photos of each of their employees, the lobby of the hotel in Siem Reap, had a wall dedicated to the employee activities, interests & fun pictures. The latter is also Cambodia's first hotel to have made all its employees into partner/ owners last year.)

8. Christmas eve was spent over a delicious five-course dinner, provided by our very generous hotel, on-the-house. Christmas day, was celebrated non-traditionally by doing a half-day bike ride through the Cambodian countryside.
The ride started from the city centre, winding our way through the swarm of two-wheeler traffic and went along the banks of the Mekong river, through lotus ponds, silk farms, mango fields & villages before bringing us back into the city. We started at 8 am and ended at 2 pm, after several stops enroute to taste fallen fruits, look at natural vegetation, pluck lotus flowers to sample their seeds (a favorite in this part of the world), try our hands at silk-weaving on looms set up in rural homes and meet and greet with the friendly, warm locals. (It was as if the village was full of Zoes'; every child excitedly yelled out "Hello" at us as we rode past them, a direct reflection of the fact that most public schools are now gradually introducing English as a second language. The baby was thrilled at finally meeting other kids, as gregarious as herself. She was so happy, she nearly stayed back with a silk-weaver's family)

It was close to 35 deg C; we were scorched yet excited, dusty yet eager and tired yet enthusiastic, throughout the 25 km bike ride. However, we were a little anxious that we may have perhaps stretched the baby's adventurous side a bit much? But she proved us wrong, and how!
The heat didnt seem to bother her, as she smilingly sailed through the ride, strapped in a baby-seat at the back of Hubster's bike. She napped at some point, sang and danced at times, yelled out "Wow..nice'" at pleasant sights and "Awwww..ed" away like only an American girl can, at little dogs, cats, cows, bugs, babies....anything cute that came along the way. She hi-fived passers-by, peek-a-booed with locals, shamelessly stormed into their huts, sampled everything we did; from fallen fruits to local delicacies shared by locals and drank water-mixed-with-dust, from our very dirty water bottles. She lunched on white rice with a local fish curry served to us at a road-side shack, like the rest of us and later snacked on another local fave (banana and sticky rice steamed in banana leaves), sourced from a street vendor.
Our tour guide at Grasshopper Adventures - The Vicious Cycle and our fellow-tourists took pictures with her claiming they had'nt seen another adventurous infant traveler such as her. We, her parents stood gushing on the side, silently hi-five'ing each other at having successfully created our very own adventurous little Dora, at 18 months of age.

This post is dedicated to this little nomad of our lives - Zoe, who seems to be taking her name very seriously (It means 'the spirit of life' in Greek) as she shows us and the rest of the world, how it's done, one act at a time!

9. A cruise along the Mekong river, one evening, revealed the real side of Cambodia to us. Most of the country resides in floating villages, that sit on stilts in the middle of the river. As we floated past these, we saw schools, hospitals, grocery stores, toilets, eating-places, kitchens - everything, sitting on stilts in water. Some of these are habited by the 'Chaams', another name for the Muslim tribe in Cambodia. Since the Mekong river runs through multiple countries, (Tibet, China, Burma, Laos, Cambodia & Vietnam) it's not strange to find boats with different flags furling on their decks, as one sails by. A strange incident was when a small two-person speed boat emerged out of nowhere, suddenly next to our private boat. A young girl holding cold cans of beer jumped right in, hoping to make a sale. When we refused, she jumped back into her speed boat which she had temporarily hooked up to ours and rushed off to the next private boat that she could find. Our driver later told us, this was a classic case of the 'Vietnamese' trying to make a quick buck on Cambodian waters.

As we toured mobile floating homes as shameless touristy bystanders, with our big bulky SLR's thrust in their business (as though we were in a Zoo), the locals waved out friendly 'hellos' to us. They were clearly used to foreign intrusion. After all, this was the poor man's Venice! Interestingly, after the floating village ended, came up a couple of slightly more sophisticated looking, large floating shacks, with young, sunscreen and designer shades-wearing tourists, holding 'Angkor' beers in their hand, rocking to world music. These were The Bungalows - Sunset Bar; that promised romantic young tourists, splendid views of the sun setting over the river. My voyeurism could'nt help but snap a picture of these wild animals as well, smirking at the dichotomy I had just seen in this ride.

10. 'Photo Phnom Penh' is a photography festival hosted every year in the city, sponsored by the Institut Francais du Cambodge. It was interesting to spend a few hours, looking at the work of various Khmer and International photographers, put together on the same platform. While foreign photographers exhibited works that were visibly hi-end, the locals showed work which was at best basic and generated a 'so-whats-so-great-about-that' kinda response, in general. This show needs better curation next year, that's for sure. 

11. Night markets are the heart of Cambodian cities. One can usually find anything there; toys, books, clothes, household items to Cambodian silks, handicrafts, paintings, curios and souvenirs. And ofcourse delicious local food (The Phnom Penh Night Market, aka Phsar Reatrey, had a large eating area, with large mats strewn on the floor and one set of 'salt-pepper/ spice/ soy sauce' arrangement, per four mats. Locals and tourists alike, sat on the floor, sampling delicacies from the various stalls surrounding them). Since they are only open on weekend nights, we were lucky to be able to see them in both Phnom Penh & Siem Reap.

12. Siem Reap would be an otherwise sleepy, riverside town (the river lends its name to the city), had it not been for its proximity to the Angkor region; a UNESCO World Heritage Site. That makes it Cambodia's most visited city, hence as touristy as it can get. We flew here after spending the first three days of the week in Phnom Penh, to wrap up the rest of our stay in Cambodia.
We were welcomed by a rude episode with the hotel manager of Royal Crown Hotel & Spa, (I am working on writing a strong negative review on them), that almost made us lose faith in the Khmer people, whom we had started growing so fond of. Until we were told that the hotel manager was a Chinese immigrant. That kind of explains it. (In the otherwise 'gentle' & submissive countries of Asia, the Chinese are infamously considered to be snappy, rude and harsh)
Our spat with the hotel manager left us checking out of there, quicker than one can spell K-H-M-E-R. After an unsuccessful check-in at the next hotel on our list - Reflections Boutique Hotel due to a reservation availability mismanagement issue, we hoped to be third-time lucky when we walked into a third one, next door, called The Soria Moria Hotel. This one, proved to be a great find, what with their superlative staff, an easy-on-the-pocket tariff as compared to other hotels around, its 'sustainable development of tourism' outlook, it's close work with various local organisations to benefit local communities and an applaudable, democratic business idea (Established by a Norwegian couple originally, this hotel made all their employees into partners/ owners of the hotel in 2011, making it the country's first employee-owned hotel).

13. Our stay in Siem Reap, in a nutshell, was full of day-trips/ short hikes up and down mountains; to temple complexes such as Angkor Wat, Angkor Thom, Banteay Srae, Kulen mountain etc. Most afternoons were spent admiring ornate temple carvings and spatial complexes interspersed with numerous courtyards, decorative colonnades and intricate stone carvings of various Hindu mythological characters on endless stone corridors and even dry, step wells in some case.
Angkor Wat, is the largest elaborate Hindu temple complex ever built, ironically located outside the country which boasts of the highest number of Hindus - India. Built in the early part of the 12th century, this is one Hindu temple that breaks away from the norm and is dedicated not to Lord Shiva but to his friend, Vishnu. The temple is clearly the face of the country to the outside world, even finding a place on its national flag.

I felt rewound to my undergrad architecture school days, when we visited architecturally rich complexes such as these in India, to document and measure draw them, line by line, arch by arch. I wondered how long it would take to conduct a similar graphic exercise with Angkor Wat.

We also did an uphill hike on the steep slopes of the Kulen Mountain, with Zoe on Hubster's back, through a winding tropical forest to go see Kbal Spean aka 'The river bed of the 1000 lingas'. As the name suggests, this is a small tributary of the Siem Reap River, underneath the bed of which lie numerous stone carvings in the form of the 'shivalinga'. While it was a beautiful site, once we were done huffing and puffing post-climb, the Hubster gave me a "This is it?" kinda look, seemingly underwhelmed at what he saw. On our way back down the hill, he explained that we are probably sensing a different kind of a 'travel fatigue' - something one senses after having traveled a lot; that sights considered fabulous by others, hardly seem appealing enough, because one has seen better somewhere else. It's true! Sights that blow our mind are rare to come by, especially on our recent travels, perhaps because we are always subconsciously comparing them to other really enamoring ones, we've been to in the past (This happened with us in Bali too).
Of course there is always that 'first time' effect but still.
For example, Angkor Wat, is a world-renowned temple site which might seem grand, majestic and beautiful at most, (not amazing or out-of-this-world or anything) to someone who's already been to the elaborate temple complexes of South India, Khajuraho, Mandu, Ujjain, Hampi, The Sun temple in Konark etc. Granted there's still a new context and a unique style and that there's no charm like the 'first time' charm, but still. It seems that we need to work harder to not make comparisons and delve into each sight we go to, in isolation, to really appreciate its worth.

14. Cambodia's largest reclining Buddha (70 m long and 12 m high), part of the Baphuon temple, lies atop the Kulen Mountain, in the Angkor region. We trekked our way up countless stairs to go see this wonder, which was our first ever reclining Buddha experience. Monks at the temple sat in prayer, some meditating, while others chanting and playing soulful music for the deity. Not one to differentiate between prayer or rap, the daughter's body started making its moves. Tourists and locals that were busy praying or taking pictures/ videos of the reclining deity, did a U-Turn to film and capture this strange child, freely dancing away to the monk's tunes. This, as we noticed later, was the first of many such performances to come, during this trip. All it takes, is putting the daughter down, near any musical note and the show starts. I've been stormed by permission requests to film or photograph her in the act, by too many tourists/ locals we've met over the course of the two weeks and am beginning to feel this might be the time to get her an agent!

15. A tuk-tuk is to Cambodia what an autorickshaw is to India. While a tuk-tuk in Phnom Penh is merely a motorbike attached to a large cabin in the back (super spacious and can accommodate upto 4 adults easily) in Siem Reap, they are a more designed, decorated and sophisticated version of their Phnom Penh counterparts. A tuk-tuk does not run as per meter, but on pre-decided rates that are a general norm in the city (One can stretch a US dollar to it's last penny in Cambodia, so a lot of foreign tourists tend to overtip and overpay). Tuk-tuk rides are extremely enjoyable, especially for urban voyeurs such as yours truly. Cross-ventilated and airy, open cabins at the back of a motorcycle, letting a city come in and out of you, as it takes you swiftly from one end to another in record time - whats not to like? Now if only our autorickshaws back home in Mumbai, were as spacious and well-ventilated as their Cambodian versions (and as cheap, dare I say)...Hmmm!

16. Coming from the States, one is no longer used to PDA (Public display of affection) towards babies; such as random strangers squeezing a baby's cheeks or petting their head. Growing up in India though, this kind of physical carefree behaviour towards children is not so rare. In the rest of Asia, likewise. Why, even in Singapore, some Tamil locals have planted a gentle pat on the daughter's head and passed by, before she could wonder who that came from.
In Cambodia, as in some other parts of Asia, it is not surprising for a tuk-tuk driver to promptly hold your baby, while you climb into or alight from his tuk-tuk, without you asking him to do so. While some Americans would freak at such casual, innocent acts, there are others who're better traveled and laid back enough to accept this as a pleasant difference in culture.

I mentioned in my Bali travelogue, that the Balinese are a very child-friendly clan. The same can be said about the Khmer (Cambodians), who are a very baby-loving, gentle, respectful, accommodating clan with an inherent non-violent temperament (owing it to their Buddhist religious background). From a polite "Hello baby" to a full-fledged friendship struck over a tuk-tuk ride, there was not one Khmer we met, who did not try to have a conversation with our daughter. While in some parts of the world where people have no time to talk to each other, let alone regard children, this child-friendly attitude comes as a welcome change and a gentle reminder, in our everyday fast-paced lives, to regard everyone we meet - irrespective of their age.

Since Cambodians love and respect children so much, they naturally have ended up having too many of them.
Every time we looked out of our car/ bus/ ferry/ bike/ tuk-tuk, into the Cambodian landscape, be it urban or rural, we found in our visual spectrum, locals with children. At one point, I sprang upon the Hubster, a mini-exercise - to look outside his side of the window and count the number of babies he sees in a minute. He easily counted to double digits. Child healthcare in Cambodia is free, which is another reason people don't mind having large families.
Everywhere one turns to look in Cambodia, one sees children. More than half of Cambodia's children are under 15 years of age. Naturally, there is much concern regarding serious issues such as primary education, health care, human trafficking and child labour. And the biggest issue of them all - Orphan Tourism.

17. Orphanage Tourism has largely picked up in cities like Cambodia and Siem Reap, where one visits for tourism and then seeing so much poverty around, decides to go help out, only causing more harm than good, inspite of their noble intentions. Tourists often pay small sums of money, to volunteer as teachers in orphanages, for short periods of time, causing confusion and constant emotional loss to already traumatized children. Some tourists like visiting orphanages, making small toy donations and taking holiday pictures before leaving, satisfied that they've helped out in some way. No wonder then signs such as these - 'Children are not Tourist Attractions. Think before visiting' were common everywhere we went.

18. The Khmers' fave lunch or dinner accompaniment is a simple, comfort food usually referred to as 'Morning Glory' by tourists/ locals alike. This simple recipe involves a garlic and oyster sauce saute of Cambodia's fave forest herb - the morning glory. We all, especially the daughter, loved this dish so much, we ate it at all our meals, wherever we went, in the country.
There are some places that know how to make a way into your heart through their food. Khmer cuisine surely is one of those. Its a pity there are few Khmer restaurants to be found, outside of Cambodia. This cuisine is as simple, soulful, comforting and heart warming as it's people. No wonder then, we decided to stuff our faces with it, during our stay since, there's a fat chance we'll find it elsewhere. I got back a few spices and dried herbs and plan to replicate recipes that I learnt from some locals, in my kitchen, one of these days.

19. We wound up our Cambodian visit with a tour of the Cambodia Cultural Village, just before bidding our final good-bye to the country. Conveniently situated close to Siem Reap International Airport, the cultural village is a showcase of everything Khmer - arts, culture, lineage, royalty, geography, history, architecture etc. Here we saw a local dance performance, with sets so glorious and music composition so melodious, that it could give several Broadway shows a run for their money. The musical portrayed one of the most important chapters in Khmer history - of the much revered King Jayavarman VII and his reign, battles and expansion of the Khmer empire. Once again, we had to try and control the daughter, who I think needs lessons in 'not-stealing thunder', especially at performances where music of any kind, is involved.

20. The Cambodian currency is the Riel but the US Dollar is widely accepted and exchanged offically, thus making it easy to get around for most tourists. Sometimes when one pays in USD, the change is returned in Riels. Roughly 1 USD = 4000 Riels. Once again, we got our cheap thrills being millionaires in this nation. The Dollar goes a real long way here. Example - 1 USD can buy you any of the following:
A great 1 hour long body massage, a luxury manicure + pedicure, a really long tuk-tuk ride across the city, delicious local fare fit for a king, fresh fruit juice, incredibly beautiful jewellery and even serves as a generous tip for service. Cambodia truly makes you realise the Dollar's worth!

21. Cambodia is generous!
From random street vendors who make you sample their wares and refuse to take any money in return, to top-notch hotels that provide on-the-house gourmet dinners for all their guests on Xmas eve or those that put their employees above everyone else turning them into partners/ owners; from beautiful, genuinely simple people, across the board, who treat your daughter even more specially than you treat her sometimes, to the incredible level of service with extras thrown in for free almost everywhere you go -  this is perhaps the most giving nation I've ever been to.

After what had been a week full of physically strenuous sight-seeing, topped by addictive massages (sometimes twice in a day), we are now ready for part deux of our vacation. The Kingdom of Cambodia has won our hearts like no other country we've visited in the past and made us fall in love with its simplicity, warmth, niceness, happiness, self-contentment and generosity, across the board, in every Khmer we met. (Their babies teach them well, I think).
This country has easily made its way to the top of our list of 'Round 2 worthy' nations to visit.
Next up is Vietnam! Stay tuned for more!

Love,
Shweyta

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 10 - Of Mannerless Continents, Bilingual Pre-schools & Lover-less Cities!

1. Week 10 saw us land back in Singapore. This 'Rest Week' was our hiatus before we take off to our next destinations - Cambodia & Vietnam for the Christmas & New Year respectively. Our original travel plan was to head to Australia & New Zealand, which had to be scrapped on account of not having enough time to get our Visas. Since moving base to Singapore, we've barely lived here longer than 7 consecutive days (You might call it our '7 day itch' with this city-state, perhaps). Thus, the need to pick another destination that would warrant a two week long trip & get us expedited visas/ visas on arrival. Thus Christmas shall be celebrated in Cambodia & New Year in Vietnam, this year.

2. Indian & American citizens can get a Visa on arrival in Cambodia. However, for entering Vietnam, ctizens of both nations need to pre-apply for a visa, that gets issued via email, but stamped when one enters the country. So some home work needed to be done with respect to the Vietnamese Visa, in our case. Yet it was one of the most easiest Visas I have ever applied for, having done all the paperwork virtually, sans a single trip to the Consulate.

3. Asia lacks manners, me thinks. No surprise there, but it's just one of the 'habitual contrasts' that hits you right in the face, sometimes literally, when you're fresh off the Western boat here. I find myself using the ever so polite "Excuse me" each time I so much as step into the personal physical space of others, while the entire continent goes by nonchalantly and unapologetically elbowing, shovelling and pummeling their way through me. As much as I believe in "In Rome do as the Romans" this indecency is something I will need to be wary of picking up, while living here. Although, on second thoughts, this might just prove to be a super training ground for getting back into the 'local train commuter culture' when we move to Mumbai next. Hmm..

4.  Errands to be run this week included taking care of two things:
i) All the legal paperwork with respect to the live-in maid-to-be who would start with us, on our arrival back home after vacation and
ii) Zoe's pre-school. A decision we have happily procrastinated since she was'nt of eligible age yet (Of course we completely overlooked the fact that in a miraculous example of time-flies-with-children she would be nearly 18 months old once we get back from vacation. Yes we are last-minute parents).

Anyway, so as it would turn out, our chosen maid-to-be's employer decided to stay longer in Singapore, thus bringing us back to square one on our search. Again, I did the rounds of my fave maid-agencies in the area, re-interviewing potential candidates and finally picking one I thought was most appropriate. Having all our paperwork ready helped and we filed for her transfer papers with the MOM (Ministry of Manpower) literally a day before we flew out. If all goes through, we ll have ourselves a lovely New Year present when we are back.

Errand No 2 was much easier. The criteria for picking Zoe's pre-school was straightforward: i) It had to believe in the Montessori approach, ii) It should be a short walk from home & iii) It needed to be bilingual in its medium of instruction.
After touring nearly 10+ pre-schools, I was happy to learn that Happy Kids Adventure Club, in our hood, (where Zoe has been attending Holiday Sessions) has plans to start their very own Montessori-approach pre-school program, January 2013 onwards. And while the main medium of instruction will be English, the second language taught will be Mandarin. It's like Errand No. 2 just went and did itself.
Zoe starts Pre-School on January 21st and we are all very excited about this already! Except my Mom perhaps, for fear of having to pick up some Mandarin herself, in case Zoe uses it as her first langauge of choice.

5. Singapore is big on Christmas and New Year celebrations. Naturally, shopping is at an all time high and elaborate, gaudy displays/ decorations have popped up all over the city. Not surprisingly, other extravagant, over-the-top cities such as Dubai & Las Vegas come to mind, right away.
Since we live in the heart of all this commercial materialism (in the Orchard Area), we've been warned of the traffic nightmare (both pedestrian & vehicular) here, during the next few weeks. Thankfully we leave town then, as we discover, is the case with most of the population here.

6. The transient nature of this city-state is most apparent at the end of the year, when one sees a sharp decline in the 'expat' faces around. An Expat lifestyle brings with it perks, of more-than-average vacation days/ home country visits, especially in the festive season. Hence patterns such as the natural outflux of the Caucasian and a sudden influx of the powerful Indian tourist occur (I need to make a special mention here of this one particular type of Indian tourist one sees very often here - the sophisticated, high-class, large designer sunshades wearing, fashionably dressed, middle-aged all-women groups). And of course there is the omnipresent Singaporean/ Chinese local who has nowhere to go. Who really didnt celebrate the Calendar New Year until commercialisation made it absolutely necessary for them to do so.
I must mention however that the upside of living in Singapore is that every kind of New Year is celebrated here, (Hindu, Tamil, Chinese, Western and what say you) which translates directly into more public holidays, hence more travel ops. You get my drift....

7. We wound up the week with a series of 'last dinners of the year', with Hubster's colleagues and our other Ex-NewYorker friends, all of whom were migrating out of the city for the holidays. While spirits were high in general, the 'sense of not-belonging here' was evident in everyone we met (Most being non-Singaporeans).

Sometimes I feel bad for Singapore. Because everyone wants to have a temporary love affair with it, yet no one wants to call it home. (A stark contrast from cities like NY, that everyone wants to be a part of, whether they live there or not).
 I have moved here to Singapore, after living in three other cities; all of which I still call home. Because to them I belong as they belong to me.
Home is where the heart is, they say. And everyone here, seems to have their hearts in other cities. So Singapore gets no love. Perhaps that is why it chooses to mask itself, behind its overt materialism.
It works like a rest-stop, sort of like an extended layover for most; to do exactly that - stop, relax, enjoy a little before it's time to pack-up and leave, for the next destination.
People come and people go; a few willingly stay here forever. So much so that all household services such as cable TV/ Phone/ Apartment leases/ Domestic worker contracts are designed specifically to suit the average duration of a 'transient expat stay' - 2 years.
I hope to forge some sense of belonging with this city before I leave. So that I can call this my 4th city home. Not only because I've lived here at some point in my life, but because it kept a part of me and gave me some part of it in return.

Thanks for reading,
Shweyta




 

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 9 (aka the finale week of 3 homes in 3 consecutive weeks) - Of Travel Bugs, Intrusive neighbors & a lovely destination wedding!

1. There's something addictive about the habit of travel. The more you do it, the more you want to do it.
Week 7 was spent in NYC, Week 8 in Singapore and this one, Week 9 was be spent in India. It can get tiring, cause dis-orientation and involve a lot of packing/ unpacking. Yet if you ask me, I can keep doing this for a long time to come; that's how much I enjoy multi-city living. And with an almost 18 month old who seems to have joined the bandwagon sportingly enough as well, who knows we might just be at the onset of this habit transforming into a lifelong practice.

2. A trip to Mumbai is always fun and forever looked-forward to. Not just reuniting with the family & friends but the sights, sounds, smells and most importantly the street-food are always incentives that pull me back there, as often as possible. Not to count the relaxing (on the scalp & the pocket) head oil massages that I've been a big fan of, ever since I discovered them eons ago, which have become an essential indulgence in every Mumbai trip so far.

3. Zoe met L'ill Reinaa and I met Sumi, one evening in Mumbai, over yummy samosa's, dhoklas, chai & whatnots, courtesy: Sumi's generous Dad who brought these home especially for our international playdate (British/ American babies were meeting in Mumbai, India).
Sumi and I (who happen to have a gazillion common friends from all walks of our lives) are modern-day pen pals. After having met just once in person when we both lived in NY, we've stayed in touch since, over emails and social media. Naturally, a reunion in Mumbai was a must, when both of us realised that we were going to be in the city, at the same time. More so, to introduce our two little daughters to each other, who spent the evening babbling & dancing while their Mommy's bonded over life, cities, careers & motherhood.

4. Mumbai trips are filled with reunions, be it with friends, family or acquaintances, some of whom one is happy to meet up close & personal and others whom one flees from, having spotted from even far across the road. Each trip back home, brings to the fore curious cats (Read neighborhood uncles & aunties usually) with questions that one has forgotten the art of answering, after having lived in the States for as long as we have. Thankfully being married with a baby provides an impenetrable shield of sorts to intrusive queries, although it does not guarantee a completely non-intrusive conversation at the very least. Unless of course one does a quick, "Oh Uncle I forgot something....." and cuts it short by rushing off in the middle of a chat.

5. The Father-In-Law has indulged in a new set of hot wheels; the purchase of which was deliberately timed by him, to overlap with Zoe's visit to Mumbai. While he hoped his grand-daughter would auto-start the car for him, she appeared to be more interested in moving to the music belting out of the car's stereo system. The 'green bicyclist' in me let out a silent 'Yay'. There may be some hope that she's taken after her 'would-rather-bike-the-earth' mother than her 'I-love-my-BMW' father. Am just saying you know!

6. 'The Village' (as we appropriately call ourselves) is a group of fun-loving, spirited, high-on-life, young 30-somethings (well, averagely speaking) that all came together over the past few years in NYC (but now live in the city & everywhere else) and went from being friend-of-a-friend to becoming local family for each other. For us (Hubster and I), The Village is also known as the biggest fan-base of our daughter. To them, she is a communal responsibility, with whom each member has forged personal relationships over the past year and a half of her life.
Two of our fellow Villagers met and fell in love in NYC and decided to tie the knot this December in Mumbai. The wedding was to serve as a mega-reunion for all of us and that is exactly what it turned out to be.
The daughter and I joined other Wedding guests in boarding the 'Wedding Bus' that took us to the venue - Silent Hills Resort on Friday morning, from Mumbai. Hubster joined us there, a day later.
The entire weekend was planned meticulously by the organizers and special kudos goes to the bride's lovely Mom, who left no detail unplanned. From the delightful catch-up sessions with old friends and a plethora of self-volunteered baby-sitters/ dance partners for the daughter, to the delicious fare served for every meal; From a dynamic setting that matched the mood of every function to a variety of foot-tapping music beats that kept us grooving all weekend long; From giving me my first ever 'Nauvari' draping experience to seeing the daughter drool (literally) all over the groom or steal the bride's thunder with the photographers (Not that the bride would mind that), this was a memorable wedding weekend, for sure.
Oh and of course, after all that gluttony, my wedding lehenga still fit, which was an added bonus!

7. Our last few hours in Mumbai were spent with Hubster's side of the family, doing what we do best at his place; shamelessly devour Fried Pomfret, Sol kadhi with Rice, Shrimp Curry among other delicacies. Being married to a coastal Maharashtrian ensures that my periodic cravings for Fried Pomfret are taken care of, courtesy M-I-L's lip-smackingly good Maharashtrian fare.

On that gluttonous note, we left Mumbai once again to get back to Singapore. The next week is going to be a 'Rest Week' as per our self-imposed mandate, after which the plan is to elope again, for another two week long international escapade. Visas need to be taken care of and travel-kits need replenishment. On to these tasks and many more, I will be back next week with another update!
Thanks for reading!
Love,
Shweyta

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 8 - Of plane-spotting, 'Rest Weeks' & Narcissistic pleasures!

1. Strangely no planes fly in our sky. The sky we view from our apartment balcony, that is. Our sky stretches out all the way to the other end of the city, yet planes are few and far between. Naturally, as Changi is almost at the outskirts of the city. A sheer contrast to our sky in Jersey City, where planes/ copters dotted the horizon so often that the baby's favorite hobby growing up was plane-spotting. She misses doing that now, it seems as she stares up at a blank sky. So we, her parents have come up with the next best solution, to always keep her in a plane, a strategy that seems to have worked out nicely for all of us, what with our incessant travel offlate. Needless to say "airplane" and "airport" are the two most oft repeated words in her vocabulary.

2. The week that could've started on a jet-laggy note, luckily failed to do so. Our flight back from JFK was much shorter, thus easier. The daughter slept throughout the first leg and a warm shower at the Star Alliance Lounge in Frankfurt made sure she was well-rested even on the second one. Landing back in Singapore during the day, only helped blend the two timezones further. I cannot stop raving about Changi Airport's efficiency once again. With every single time that we land here, this airport beats its own past record and gets us out (landed, processed & immigrated) quicker than the last. By the end of our stint in this city-state, I am convinced that what I will miss most about living in Singapore is this airport!

3. The week is an important one; a classical indicator of times to come. It is what we term as the 'Rest Week'. In designing our travels, since we've moved here two months ago, we've made sure to intersperse two consecutive itineraries with a 'Rest Week' in between, (for both ours & the daughter's sanity's sake). A 'Rest Week' is spent locally in Singapore, unpacking, running errands, doing laundry, re-packing etc before we jet-set again to the next destination, at the end of the week. This week was one such, aka known as the week between NYC & Mumbai.

4. Zoe had Holiday Playgroup Classes all week long at her now fave haunt - Happy Kids Club Adventures. A win-win for her and me, as we got our much-needed 'away' time from each other. While I spent my precious few 'alone-time' hours running important errands and checking-off tasks from the insatiable to-do list I seem to have offlate, she happily came home with new art-works every day, that now compete with each other for display-space in her room.

5. It could be their defence mechanism towards the humid & hot climate here in Singapore, but all enclosed spaces (Read mall) feel the need to have their own unique scent. Usually floral, every air-conditioned space here (which virtually means every space here, since they are all air-conditioned), feels the need to dispense into it's re-circulated air, some kind of whiff, that while intelligently warding off body odour can also make one nauseous to the core. Perhaps that explains why half of Asia roams around wearing air-purifying masks.

6.  Happiness can manifest itself in ridiculously narcissistic ways; such as the pleasure one feels when fitting into one's wedding lehenga, 5 years of marriage & 1 C-Section later. The week revealed that while my metabolism could be counted upon for maintenance, it seems to have forgotten how to cause weight loss. So a lot of prodding it, is in order, in the next few weeks.

7. The coming week will witness another first for us; the first time ever that I take a flight with the daughter alone. I decided to bite the bullet on this one and experiment flying solo with her, on the short leg between Singapore - Mumbai, with one of our preferred 'baby-friendly' carriers, Singapore Airlines.  I caved in though, to the lure of flying Business Class, in hopes of extra 'special' treatment. And of course I had my fingers crossed, hoping for a stroke of luck in finding that overtly-fond-of-kids kinda air-hostess who could babysit the daughter inflight. How that one turns out, you ll know in my next week's update.

The next week will be spent in Mumbai, capped with what promises to be a fun reunion weekend at the wedding of two of our fellow villagers from NYC. Looking forward to having the global village descend upon us to take the daughter off of our hands for the entire weekend (Clearly we love delegation as you can tell). It does help that our little attention-hogger cares two hoots who she's hanging out with, friend or a stranger as long as it's playful company. Bringing this little mingler to social events is thus always a win-win-win only because she enjoys herself, constantly entertains everyone around her and keeps her parents scot-free as they get to mingle around without her.

Thats all for this week as its now time for me to go try on some more traditional attire to pack for the wedding. Here's hoping to continue pleasing the inner Narcissus!
Until next week, stay well and take care!
Shweyta

Saturday, December 01, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 7 - Of Manhattan hotels, a home away from home and a frequent flyer baby!


1. We flew an A380 from Singapore to NYC. A first for me. So far Ive only designed gates at airports for the plane, this time I got to travel by it too.
Unfortunately for us direct flight lovers, Singapore Air decided to terminate their direct flights from Singapore to Newark, aka the world's longest direct flight, which used to be entirely business class. The hubster has had the fortune of flying that one before, but the daughter and I have'nt sadly, as much as I'd have loved to. So we make did this trip with a 24 hour flight journey with a 2 hour long stopover at Frankfurt. Yes I know just reading that is tiring enough.
The daughter was both co-operative and out of control at times. Naturally the entire lower floor of the A380 knew who Zoe was and rode in terror at the prospect of having her show up yet again, peeping into their business, every few minutes.

2. Singapore Airlines is a very baby friendly airline. As is KLM. Not only does the crew make it a point to know the baby's name but are also helpful/ resourceful with food, milk, toys etc. Note to Self: The next time you fly on either of these, do not bother carrying anything baby-related except diapers, since most baby supplies are on the house. Now if only they could provide baby-sitters on board, that would be any Mommy's dream come true.

3. Just the air in some cities has the power to spark off a drunken euphoria and give one goosebumps sometimes. Needless to say, NYC does that to me. And the aerial view of flying into JFK, (albeit not as scenic as flying into LGA or EWR), brings a sense of home-coming that can only compare to what I feel each time I fly into Mumbai.
As we piggy-backed onto the little one's passport and cleared ourselves out of the 'US Citizens' line at Immigration, the officer's "Welcome Home" greeting brought instant smiles on our faces and a spring in our step.

4. I had forgotten how it feels to come visit the US after living outside it for a while.
Comparisons are but natural, considering we were now coming from 'Let-me-spoil-you-Asia'. Even though we've lived in Asia for only 2 months, as compared to the 10+ years in the US, the differences were strikingly apparent.
Our home for the week was the W Hotel on 50th and Lexington in Manhattan, conveniently located close to everything that we would need for the week.
Be it the curt DIY attitude at the Manhattan hotel Vs the 'I-bow-before-thee-my-lord' attitude at our Singapore one, the skimp perks of a bagel-breakfast at the former Vs an all-inclusive multi-culinary breakfast buffet at the latter, the meagre comforts of a Starwood Group Manhattan Hotel (I do not mean the lack of space here, since space in Manhattan is obviously at a premium, so to expect roominess here would be being ignorant)  Vs the over-the-top lavishness of the Starwood group Singapore one, it was quite clear we were now in NYC.
The lack in all of the above, however, was made up for by the reception/ attention that the little one garnered at the Hotel, by staff and guests alike. Whoever thinks New Yorkers are not warm/ friendly enough, should try living in Singapore with gregarious babies.

5. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. And that fond heart then spoils you silly too, in the process, as we saw in our one week in NYC.
While Hubster worked from his Manhattan office, the daughter and I struck off one reunion after another with friends, ex-colleagues/ ex-school mates etc. It is always nice to be a visitor at home. People bend their schedules to catch up with you more often than not. The unwritten rule of 'pay-for-the-guest' would apply to me in NYC, I did not know of, until now.
A big Thanks to everyone who made it a point to come see us/ have us over, be it for a few minutes or multiple times throughout the week. It is because of you that we left the city knowing it has missed us and hope that it knows how much we miss it too!

6. I've often been asked how we manage to take the baby with us on such frequent, short international trips.
On-flight the key has always been to let-her-be. If she wants to walk, we walk with her and for take-off or landing we make sure she's intellectually occupied with books or random airplane-seat paraphernalia. We've always carried limited toys on flight, making toys out of objects we find on board usually. So far that has worked fine. However, that might soon have to change.
As her frequent flyer miles shoot up gradually, airplane gadgetry has lost its novelty on her, so here on perhaps its time to innovate. And of course a big chunk of the credit goes to friendly co-passengers who are usually at the receiving end of her stares/ drools as they eat and hence out of sheer compulsion end up sharing their food with her.
"What? You dont use Benadryl?" asked her pediatrician, this week when we went to meet her in Hoboken. Sheepishly I nodded, saying I prefer to not medicate unless absolutely necessary.
"90% of children get drowsy after Benadryl while the remaining 10% get hyperactive. So make sure you try it out first, if you do decide to use it" she said.
Not fully convinced yet, I managed the courage to try it one evening at our hotel room, only to see that the daughter outright refused it. That was the end of the Benadryl discussion as far as we were concerned. Since she has'nt really driven us up the wall yet on flights, we figured let's keep things as un-medicated as we can for now.
Our other travel secret with the baby is hiring sitters wherever we go. This trip was going to be no different, except of course instead of relying on the hotel baby-sitter, we got our close friend's future baby-sitter to work with us for our last few days and nights out in the city.

7. Considering we are on the road/ in a plane more often than ever now, that too with surplus baggage allowance, we've realised it is only convenient if we run our errands, wherever we can. These vary from everyday needs such as buying the baby's cereal in one country & shampoo in another to getting a haircut in one country and making a doctor's appointment in another. Surprising; how easy it is to actually have errands done on-the-go like this.

8. An important errand was to go meet the European models, aka the current residents of The Original MD House, to pick up our mail. Besides no visit back home can be complete without going home really, now can it? The house seemed happy, perhaps because its current residents are such great caretakers. I gave Hubster the 'See-how-well-these-men-keep-house' look only to receive his classic 'Whatever' response in return.

9. In the batting of an eyelid this trip was over with. We found ourselves heading to JFK, dreading our relatively shorter (by a few hours, since we were flying East) flight back to Singapore. I convinced myself, as I did most of my friends in NYC that I would've stayed longer, had it not been for the unnecessary hassle of travelling alone with a child. As a policy, I ve kept myself exempt from the above, until absolutely necessary. In fact my maiden voyage with the daughter will be two weeks from now, when she and I fly to Mumbai. The 5-1/2 hour journey I might be able to live with, me thinks. More on that in the next write-ups to come.

Thus ended a fun but quick trip back to one of our homes. We left with the promise of returning again in a few months, to meet some who would've turned newly weds, others who would've become parents, some newly arrived babies and others that would've grown up to become toddlers.

As of now, I need to get back to doing what I do best these days; travel research followed by
flight & hotel bookings for the next itinerary on the charts.
Until next time, stay well!
Love,
Shweyts

 

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 6 - Of principled movie-going, Japanese groceries & a fake Christmas

1. Going by the daughter's joy at her first drop-off class, I signed her up for a holiday series this week, to be held Dec 4th - 7th. The Hubster has been prodding me into looking for a similar arrangement on the weekends, so we can go watch movies. Having been at the receiving end, far too many times of wailing babies and running children in movie halls, Hubster is a firm believer in keeping kids out of the cinema theatre. Thus as per principle, we do not take Zoe to movies with us. Being self-confessed film buffs, that deprives us of what once used to be our  regular "first day-first show' must-dos. In the past, the nanny has obliged often by working late hours, so we could go watch our weekly flicks. That kind of liberation, only now even better as it will be 24/7, is another reason why we gave in to the 'foreign domestic worker' employer lifestyle, here in Singapore. Long live our movie mania!

2. It rains every afternoon in Singapore. Sometimes more than once in a few hours. The sights go gray, the skyline vanishes and lightning streaks across the vast blue. And then just a few seconds later, it goes back to normalcy, as if nothing happened.
We have a bird's eye view of a vast expanse of the city for our daily viewing pleasure. It reminds me of The MD House. Except, unlike the original, the view from the MD House-Singapore is not as colourfully dynamic. Naturally so, since there are no seasons in Singapore. It is the one thing I am not sure I'd like to live without, after having lived with for the past decade. I guess perennial summers just don't do it anymore for Fall babies like me.

3. Isetan is our friendly neighborhood Japanese grocery store or marketplace as they are better known here. Situated a short walk away from home, in a neighborhood mall (of course), this is my dream-come-true playground before I set foot in the kitchen. I could easily spend hours here, browsing my way through never-before seen authentic Asian ingredients, trying out every ramen/somen/ hakka thrown at me and lusting after all the sashimi kept in their cold storage. On one of our trips here, Zoe tried her first ever ramen soup at the hands of a kimono-clad sales girl, who I am pretty sure she thought had jumped right out of one of her fave Japanese anime channels.

4. Pre-Christmas feels different in Singapore. It is funny seeing plastic, excessively decorated Xmas trees sprout all over the city, unlike the green real conifers that one sees a lot of, in the States. Funnier still is seeing fake decorative snowflakes on some trees and stockings & boots on some women. Oh well! I guess they are allowed to pretend it's winter time. At least the ring of the Salvation Army bell at every corner and the crazy shoppers flooding the stores, looking for presents, make it look like a normal Christmas somehow.

5. Early on in the week, we learnt that the weekend would be spent flying to NYC. That we were elated at the news, goes without saying. To bring or not to bring Zoe with us, was the question. Being only a week long trip, this might be more arduous if done with her, we thought and almost concurred that leaving her behind with either of our families in Mumbai, seems like the best thing to do. But then the disappointed/ angry/ fierce (in some cases) reactions of some of her friends, played back-to-back before my eyes and I figured, going to her city without her was never really an option. Good call there, as my fears were legitimately confirmed later in the week, when I mentioned this dilemma to some.

6. Most of the week was spent planning the course of events and more importantly making a list of local errands to be run, while in NYC next week. And hoping desperately that like last time, maybe this time around too the little one will not jet lag for more than a day or two.

On that note, it's time to get back to yet another suitcase (a real physical one unlike this weekly textual one). And to go try out our fall jackets to see if they'll take us through the NY winter-like temps in the Fall. Happy Thanksgiving and hoping to see some of you in NYC next week. And the rest, soon enough in your respective corners of the world!
Love,
Shweyta



Saturday, November 17, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 5 - Of an efficient taxi system, baby drop-off classes & a unique Diwali!

1. You have got to hand it to Singapore to have figured out a superb taxi network system. At first I pooh-poohed the thought of living in a country, where one needs to call a cab in advance. Not that I hailed cabs everyday in NY or in Mumbai (rickshaws yes, cabs no), but there's some comfort in knowing that your next ride is just a hail-of-the-hand away. The easiest mode of transport here, (since all MRT stations are not stroller-accessible) is a taxi that takes one from door to door. Yes I am going against my grain of being an avid public transportation user and being a taxi snob here in Singapore. There I said it! It's easier than being at the receiving end of an unhappy surprise that an additional flight of stairs offers even after you took the escalator down with your baby in a stroller. (Escalators are built on high plinths to avoid flooding due to the rains). Yes, we have mastered the art of riding escalators up and down everyday, with our toddler in her stroller, because Singapore does not have a completely accessible public transportation system. It's not strange then that I miss our ADA (American with Disabilities Act) accessible transport system from the States, which ensures that those physically disabled/ wheelchair or stroller driven can also use the public transport, like everyone else.

2. If you order a cappucino at a Starbucks here "to stay" versus "to go", you are served in a ceramic mug. A bagel and cream cheese "to stay" is served similarly with stainless steel cutlery. Of course it goes without saying that once done with your meal/ coffee, you may leave your dirty dishes as is on the table for someone else to clean up after you. I know I am repeating myself here, but it's still not sunk in somehow.

3. To employ a Foreign Domestic Worker (referred to as FDW ) one needs to take an online test, as per the Ministry of ManPower's (referred to as MOM) laws. This test completion certificate is the most important factor pre-hiring a maid/ housekeeper/ au pair. That test has now been taken and passed by us. In the New Year, once we are back from all our travels, our newest family member, whom we've picked from among a bunch of applicants, will be joining us. Looking forward!

4. Mustafa Shopping Centre is one of Singapore's largest malls,  located in Little India, that sells virtually everything. Tourists come to Singapore only to shop here, I am told. One trip to the place and I knew what that meant. Premium international & world-class products made available at dirt-cheap prices pull throngs of people everyday to this magnanimous never-ending shopping mall. It is open 24x7 and still crowded at all times. Signs saying "Shoplifting leads to imprisonment" and "Shoplifters will be handed over the police" adorn all the walls. In general in Singapore, theft is a very harshly punishable offence involving caning, fines & imprisonment. The daughter not making it any easier with her 'picking up and casually dropping' habit that reveals a treasure in her stroller sometimes, after we've come home.

5. We did a first time ever drop-off play session, Zoe and I. I dropped her off to a music/ play school for 4 hours on a Friday morning, with a teacher and other kids, we've never met before. Happy Kids Club is a child enrichment centre located a stone's throw away, in our next-door mall. My pre-school research led me to their website and I decided to give it a shot. Really good call!
It was as weird as it was relieving. The feeling of dropping her off, that is. Zoe being Zoe wiggled out as soon as she was released from her stroller strap, to walk straight into the class area without once turning around. Four hours later, when I went to pick her up, the teacher and daughter both came out to greet me, all smiles. My very first PTA Meeting happened right after, when the teacher showed me Zoe's first painting and asked me if I'd been doing any lessons with her at home. "She's so advanced already and very social". I think Zoe understood, cos she smiled with what seemed like a halo around her head that blinked nice and bright.

6. We celebrated our first (and dare I say our only) Diwali in this house, this week. It was a unique one, considering this being a new home, in a new country and us not being surrounded by our usual gang of friends and/ or family. Hubster and I, the name-sake Hindu's that we are, shamelessly add our own touches every year, to customise our 'Lakshmi Pooja' as per our convenience and mood. Having seen this 'pooja' occur at my parents home, every Diwali, it's stuck with me ever since I started making my own 'Lakshmi' (i.e wealth). Hence the tradition continues. Different Diwali this one; our Lakshmi photo sat in the in-laws home in Mumbai, our lights and lantern lay with us in a suitcase in Singapore and our hearts lay with our otherwise attended but this time 'declined' Diwali party invites from friends in NYC. Yet, it's been a good one and Goddess Lakshmi seemed thrilled at the end of it, so must be a job well done!

7. Our kitchen has a Miele Cooktop hub. It looks like this. Fancy, sleek, aesthetic and minimal. However, takes sometime getting used to, once you've been cooking on a flame for most of your life. My inaugral stint at using the cooktop resulted in a reasonable 'payasam' that was to double up as the daughter's birthday dessert and 'Diwali pooja prasad'. But I know it could've been better had it been cooked on a flame. Seems like that big housewarming party is going to have to wait, until I have mastered the art of cooking in this hi-tech kitchen.

8. Diwali dinner was with Hubster's American boss & his Filipino date at Mustard in Little India. Mustard is an Indian restaurant specialising in Punjabi and Bengali cuisine (strange combination that one). The food was spectacular, the service efficient and the ambience simple, in the non-cheesy-Indian-restaurant kinda way. Dinner ended with the boss volunteering to babysit the daughter sometime. While I almost bowed before him in obeisance at the mention of this offer, Hubster smilingly put it off. He probably loves his job too much to accept. Le Sigh!

Hoping all of you had a splendid & festive Diwali too! I ll be back with more next week, but for now it's time to sign the toddler up for a fun series of Holiday classes coming up in early December. Asia being Asia (Read: competitive), I am already too late, I am told!
Love,
Shweyta


Saturday, November 10, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 4 - Of Balinese warmth, cascading rice terraces & the Java Sea

1. A short 2.5 hour flight took us to Bali, Indonesia from Singapore. We reached Changi Airport 45 mins before our flight time and still managed to have 20 mins to spare before taking off. Yes, Changi is that efficient. On our return leg, our wait time for the taxi was actually longer than the time it took for us to disembark the plane and clear immigration & customs.

2. I love setting foot in a new place, at night and soaking in the newness in the dark. Then the next morning when you see it in broad daylight, you can compare notes with your imagination if the sights actually appear as you thought they would?

3. We stayed in Ubud, Bali, for the first half of our vacation. Our home there was a lovely, spacious Villa; the highlights of which were our own plunge pool and an outdoor shower area. I was taken back to my days in Auroville, India where open showers and living with nature were an everyday phenomenon, for the 3 months I spent working there.
Our days in Ubud, would start with a lazy breakfast along the rice terraces, followed by a few hours in the plunge pool and then random sight-seeing around town. Ubud is famous for it's hippie aura and  shopping along it's main street. "Eat Pray Love" was shot all over Bali, specially in Ubud, so those 'types' are found here, serenading nature and lounging around in cafes all over the island.

4. A deja vu moment occured when our Balinese driver who picked us up from the airport, sang "Tujhe Dekha tho ye jana Sanam" ( complete with the side-to-side-bobble that is so SRK) with me in great synchrony. While Hubster wore an amused look on his face, the daughter chose to wiggle her torso (yes, she has a pivot for an abdomen) to our tune. Another one to join the 'co-singer-cum-driver' list of filmy's I've encountered all over the world on my past travels.

5. This was our first trip with none or minimal baby food. Training the toddler to eat what we eat and wherever we eat topped my list of things to do, when we moved to SE Asia. After all why deprive her of all the yummy street fare that SE Asia has to offer? From 5-star hotel breakfast buffets in Singapore to street food off of Hawker markets or shacks in Bali, so far she's been obliging everywhere and perhaps from our next trip onwards, we could be baby food - free! Yay to that!
P.S: With regards to the baby and her food, interesting piece of trivia here. In Bahasa (Indonesian), milk is known as 'susu'. Yeah 'susu' was written all over the box. Zoe drank 'susu' everyday in Bali :) Silly but funny, yeah?

6. In my pre-trip research, I had read that the Balinese love babies. I saw it for myself when I visited. We would show up at a  restaurant for dinner and the wait staff would whisk Zoe away to play and take pictures with her, while we had a glass of wine and talked, bringing her back just in time, when our meal would arrive. Across the island, wherever we went people picked her in their arms, hugged her, talked to her, played music to her and tucked flowers over her ear. Zoe must have thought we are in India, that's how much of an object of affection/ attention she was in Bali. She even spent one afternoon getting all dolled up by a babysitter, while we went to the spa to find our bliss. No wonder then, Bali is a highly recommended place to visit with kids. There's something to be said about the 'Happy factor' of islanders and their love for children. Perhaps its the eternal sunshine or the aura of the ocean all around them, I have yet to meet an islander lacking a sunny disposition.

7. Rice terraces abound everywhere around Ubud. While I 'wowed' at the lush green terraced landscape, Hubster found nothing new there, as his childhood was spent vacationing in his native place, where rice terraces flourish everywhere.

8. Little 'prasadam' kinda offerings can be found outside, wherever you go, in leaf-thatch trays. Shopkeepers  worship their shops multiple times in a day and as an offering, place a biscuit in the tray. Interestingly, Starbucks at Denpasar Airport, places an espresso cup with their brew of the day in their prasadam tray. Even God needs caffeine, see!

9.  One is never too far from a temple in Ubud. None of them have shrines. All of them have broken arched doorways. Not deliberately broken by someone, but built such. Sashes and sarongs are distributed for free at the entrance, for tourists, since most temples require specific attire to enter.

10. The Indonesian Rupiah when compared to the US Dollar can easily make one feel like a millionaire. A few hundred USD convert into millions of Rupiahs. I was a happy 'crorepati'  in at least some part of the world.

11. The latter half of the trip was spent in Uluwatu, closer to the southern part of the island, literally spilling out into the ocean. Anantara Uluwatu is a brand new resort and spa that sits perched atop a cliff, overlooking the Java sea. With multiple infinity pools, this was our dream come true vacation spot. Hubster and Baby loved lazing around in the infinity while I caught some special moments on camera. In quintessential Balinese style of a private water body per unit, our room here too had a jacuzzi tub on the patio, open to the ocean view. Needless to say, nonchalant, outdoor bathe-ing certainly was the highlight of this trip.

12. Padang Padang Beach is accessed via a steep rock-cut stair that goes in and out of cave-like rocky outgrowths. It didn't make it to our list of "wow" beaches we've been to (Puerto Rico, US Virgin Islands & Hawaii were far better). So we just make-did for the time being, spending a lovely yet hot afternoon there as Zoe took her first ocean dip ever.

13. Tropical fruits such as the Dragon fruit aka Pitaya (White background with black polka dots, encased in a hot pink coloured shell. It's like the fruit just stepped off the fashion ramp) and Mangosteen (flower shaped, white juicy pulp in a brown shell) often cross paths with us here. Oh and yes, Zapota aka the Indian Chikoo is also easily available at our local Japanese grocers. Our faithful fruit bowl of a few years, flown in all the way from the States has some new friends to make.

14. Bali has local wine. And it was good. My staple poison for the trip.

15. Bali is predominantly Hindu, as against the rest of Indonesia, which is primarily Muslim. We managed to watch the traditional 'Kecak' dance twice on our trip, which is a Balinese version of the Ramayana, laying more emphasis on Hanuman's role in the mythological tale. The costumes were grand, however when actors wear masks during the performance, that's kinda like cheating the act, right? So although they performed acrobatic antics and there was a fire in the climax, it felt overall like an expressionless and commercialized act, with English words interspersed in what might otherwise have been an ancient Bahasa script.

16. We flew back a happy trio, relaxed and rejuvenated from our vacation, just in time for the weekend. This one was  was spent with more settling in activities and a surprise birthday lunch for a very dear friend, organised super-secretively by his lovely wife.

There's more travel coming up in the near future, so that should be fun. For now, I need to get back to arranging my huge 'earring' collection (the daughter will be one lucky inheritor if she behaves herself) and perhaps stealing some more drawers before the Hubster claims them.

Until the next one, be well and visit Bali if you can, atleast once in a lifetime.
Shweyta

Friday, November 02, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 3 - Of Maid interviews, Hawker Centres and Hubster's 35th!

1. The apartment settling down is coming along nicely. Needless to say, we had to prioritize and get Z settled in first. She now has a room to herself. Not bad considering neither of her parents had one until they moved out of their parents' homes. It's surprising how inspite of "supposed" more storage space in this apartment, than in our home in Jersey City, we still seem to have no place to keep some things. Our air-freighted boxes came home promptly mid-week and it was nice to sit back, relax and direct the movers, where everything goes. Of course once they were done, I was left wondering why we bothered to ship some of this stuff here. It is however, nice to have traces of our past life in our current one and see the little one remember her old fave's and re-relate to them, like before. This one has the memory of an elephant (inheritance from the father, thankfully).

2. Hubster turns 35 this week. I think it means more to me than to him, the Queen of celebrations that I am. (Yes, Ive been mocked galore when I celebrate my daughter's monthly birthdays). While his happiness lay in a good fine dining Indian restaurant meal on the eve of, I decided it needed much more than that. After all even Workaholicism needs a break from him. Or so I thought. The plan is to have extended birthday celebrations next week in Bali, Indonesia where Hubster can do just what he does best - sleep, swim and surf (the internet). It will also be our first family vacation, when the three of us go to a country where we do not know anyone. (Earlier trips do not count, since we had friends/ family wherever we went).

3. The daughter and I toured a few more pre-schools and baby schools together. We now have comprehensive paraphernalia on most of Singapore's child care schools.

4. Hubster's Aussie partner, Peter and his wife invited us to join them at Newton Hawker Centre. (Note how I spell 'Centre'. You know, in Rome do as the Romans, so I am re-adapting grammatically these days. "Elevators" have gone back to being referred to as "Lifts" etc etc). Newton Hawker Centre is a hawker food court of sorts. Restaurants have small retro-fitted kitchens with large outdoor yet covered seating areas, in an open courtyard. As you enter the space, Hawkers start trying to route you towards their respective stalls. Peter is a regular here and has his favorite hawker already, so we walked over undistractedly, straight to that stall and seated ourselves. The food was as outstanding as we had heard it would be and within S$30 (less than 25 USD) the four of us and Zoe, had sampled ten delicacies from two stalls and downed a large pint of Tiger Beer. Little wonder then, why Singaporeans rarely cook and centres such as these are open late even on weeknights. Newton Hawker Centre definitely makes it to our list of to-be-repeated food places in Singapore.

5. It's been the longest three weeks in terms of time spent with the little one. Since I went back to work 3/4th into my maternity leave, after she was born, I dont believe we've ended up spending so much time one-on-one, just her and me. It has its ups and downs. She certainly has taught me the true meaning of a love-hate relationship; one that I know we will harbour for the rest of our lives, being two women and on top of it, Mom and Daughter. ("Take That" I can hear my Mom say in the background somewhere). That I am not made to be a full-time Mom was never a secret anyway. So even these few weeks, cherishable and adorable and all that gooey talk stuff set apart, seem like a few months. If not for the legal process of hiring a maid here in Singapore, by now I would've delegated her day-to-day care already. Things would'nt have been this ardous probably had she still continued to be that sweet angel that people used to think she is. Her transformation into a "monster" happened overnight (This is possibly her Singaporean avatar which we hope, like our stay here, will be temporary) and of course with her newly found mobile skills, she is now quite unmanageable. Having said all of the above, I do know that some years down the line, I will fondly look back at this phase and thank myself for having taken the opportunity of sharing these precious years of her life.

6. Temporary maids, aka part-time maids here, are a boon in disguise, especially as they are like the help I am used to, back home in Jersey City. A phone call away and to be paid by the hour, they keep it simple (Read normal) in my books. So for now, we've been resorting to this system until we find our more permanent solution. Some serious discussions later, Hubster and I figured our best bet is to hire someone full-time, which means adding another member to our family here since she will live/ eat/ travel etc with us. We thought we may as well turn this system to our advantage, for the short time that we are here, so the search for the ideal maid/ housekeeper has now effectively begun. Various interviews that I ve conducted so far reveal shocking facts about maid-life in this country (from violence to starvation to withheld salaries). Considering the easy going and slack employers that we are, our to-be maid wherever she is, will certainly be quite spoilt once she tranfers over from ours to another household, I am sure.

7. I ve been very 'jugaadu' all my life. That basically means, I ve liked getting stuff done non-conformingly, with my own twists to the task, making things work for myself and the other party involved, with minimum effort and maximum convenience to both. In my native Mumbaiyaa you may even call it as "doing setting". I miss, that the system here does not let me probe it, with my own 'jugaadu' mechanisms as easily. Still, not one to resign from my efforts yet, I ve found some loopholes for myself. The Hubster of course mocks my unabashed efforts at discovering these and taking advantage of them. More can be described in detail when we meet and should be spared in print, for fear of being monitored. I am told I should be careful what I write about. Whatevs!

8. Chinese cabbies exclaim "Aiyyo" when something goes wrong. Asian women walk around wearing salwar kameezs and 'mehendi' on their hands. And beauty salons play "Chammak Challo" followed by "Gangnam Style". Spotting interesting fusion around me is easily the highlight of most of my days here.

9. The daughter continues bullying other children/ little people whom she thinks are children (She can be offensive sometimes, especially here in Asia) into responding to her salutations. She must have tremendous persuasion power as most of them now respond promptly. I like to think she takes after her mother in this one.

Next week we are off to Bali, so that should make for an interesting write-up. I ve read a few interesting and plenty of positive things about the Balinese, especially when it comes to children, so I have great hopes pined on them already.
For now, it's time for yet another maid interview. Hoping she's my match made in heaven.
Later,
Shweyta

 

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 2 - Of filter kaapi's, daycares and The MD House - Singapore!

1. One of the most famous hotels in the world - The Raffles Hotel, is located right across the street from The Fairmont Hotel, where we stayed for most of Week 2, as we still await our apartment keys.
The Raffles Hotel, is a beautifully designed, colonial style structure, rewound in time and very reminiscent of Sri Lankan architect Geoffrey Bawa's work. With it's open tropical courtyard filled with bars and cafes and meandering paths that stroll you through a man-made jungle of sorts, this hotel had the pleasure of an afternoon spent with the daughter and me. Coming from the West, I realise we are spoilt silly with parks at our disposal, everywhere we go. Not as much the case in Singapore, I am told. There are parks and public recreational green areas, but not sprinkled all over the island, as one would find in NYC. So for now, when the daughter and I find a green hotel with benches and fountains in it, we make it our afternoon hangout. The Singapore Botanical Gardens are next on our to-be-explored list. We are told, they are huge sprawls of never-ending beautiful greens that will require more than one visit.

2. In a classic case of Asian-gone-to-America-and-now-returned situation, Hubster still doesn't get with the program and spells 'centre' as 'center'. Thanks America, for teaching us to live with typos for the last ten years of our lives. After his emails to the business 'centre' at the hotel, kept bouncing back, he learnt it the hard way, through the attendant "Sir, Centre is spelt C-E-N-T-R-E Sir" My laugh-out-loud moment of the week, that was!

2. Food will most probably deserve a mention, in every week's travelogue, as we eat our way through Singapore. This week's yummy discovery was at The Murugan Idli Shop.
My love for South Indian food is a fact known to many. It can be traced back to when I was a 6 month old baby, thanks to our good ol' South Indian neighbor. Having been co-raised by her, when Mommy went to work, I grew up eating idli's and tayeer-chaadham (dahi-rice) as a second lunch every day, after I was done devouring the Mommy-made tiffin box. A love for authentic home-cooked South Indian food was thus inculcated. Being best friend's with a 'Tam-Brahm', naturally had it's perks as this childhood habit of second breakfasts and lunches continued at her place. So when we were moving to Singapore, the Southie in me (referred to as Swetha) jumped up and down, excited at the prospect of delicious home-cooked South Indian fare.
Our debut visit to the Murugan Idli Shop, had the staff presuming I am a Tamilian and my broken, somewhat limited knowledge of the language, helped us get the 'insider' status. To say the food was beyond authentic and touched our souls, would be an understatement. Dear Tam-Brahm connections - each one of you was sorely missed, especially at the end of my meal, as I sipped on my 'filter kaapi', thinking of you! Someday I hope you will join me in this experience here.

3. The daughter has been entertaining locals and expats in public places, for free. Sometimes I feel like I am accompanying a performing monkey. I've been asked which dance class she's being sent to, by several Mom-petitors! Since she starts dancing at the drop of any musical note, we've had embarrassingly large audiences accumulate around her in shopping malls. It's like a performance, except the 'Tips' jar is missing. Contrary to my initial impression, there seem to be enough baby-friendly people (locals and expats) to make up for the stiff, no-time-for-anyone Singaporean that I often come across.

4. Daycare/ Babycare/ Infantcare/ Pre-PreSchool, whatever you call it, have been on my mind all week long. I started the search by taking a tour of one of them, called The Sunflower Baby House. Highly impressed by their staff, sanitation efforts, attention to detail & personal involvement with every baby, this one easily makes it to my list of potential contenders for the daughter's first school-to-be.
My general research reveals that daycare centers in Singapore, are a superb package deal. From oil massages to baths to feeding, napping, potty-training and recreational activities all of which are part of the timetable, these nurse-equipped baby schools are a dream come true for any working Singaporean mother, who doesn't mind delegating the job to professionals. In addition, the fee structure offers an enormous subsidy to Singaporean children of both working or non-working mothers, making this an easier decision versus hiring a nanny at home. To me, the added value comes in their bilingual curriculum, to be conducted in both Mandarin and English.

5. The principal of the Baby House was surprised to hear that Zoe is only 15 months old. "She looks chubby for her age" she wondered out loud. A little later in our conversation, I discovered that the feeding routine at the school, was short by one meal when compared to Zoe's daily diet. That realization, funnily enough seemed to bring down her raised brows alright.

4. Three nights in a row this week were spent playing catch-up over dinner, with various friends, old and new. Some who are ex-NYC, others who've moved here from India. Conversations have been filled with plenty of questions on my end; garnering opinions and sharing impressions with all of them, on their and our lives here, this far. Unanimously speaking, Singapore is a transition town for many; not one to make a permanent home out of, but to stay and stop for a while, en route to the next destination.

5. Lastly, but never the least, making it just in time to fit this week's events - "The MD House - Singapore" is finally here! We got the keys mid-week and officially moved in on the weekend.
It's our home away from homes, considering we have a few places we call home, at the moment. As is the case with us MD's, high floors and vast views are a necessity, thanks to both our high-density-low-square-footage upbringings in Mumbai. So naturally The MD House - Singapore is a tres-modern 4 bedroom apartment that finds itself perched nicely atop the 27th floor of a  high-end luxury condominium building called Scots Square. We are above a shopping mall of the same name (Yes, Welcome to our new home, which has one entrance through the mall as well, with several security fobs, if you will. Typically Asia, I am told). In keeping with The MD House (original), it also has a weather-proof access to a supermarket (Another must, considering we are the go-in-your-pj's-and-buy-it-last-minute kinda people, what with my random cooking/ baking whims). However, unlike it's original namesake, this MD House sits bang in the middle of the city, in the Orchard Area. The closest parallel I can draw is of living on Fifth Ave in Manhattan, i.e living among stores you can't shop in, everyday.
Among other amenities, the apartment building offers the usual gazillion swimming pools/ plunge pools/ pool on the roof deck blah blah, that are essential features of most Singaporean luxury condos. The daughter is sure to have a ball here; the tadpole that she is.
As we are gradually learning to live with such never-before upgrades, the one that stole the show for us was having our very own private elevator! Hubster and I collectively gulped when we first saw it. He, for the private elevator I think, me more so for the hi-tech kitchen with the slick Miele wine cellar in it. Hic! I was sold! Going by our short stint here, we figured this is it. Us adult MD's agreed and with a little "I-care-two-hoots" kinda nod from the little MD in the house, this home made it to being the second MD House, there ever will be!
Excitedly, we now await random visitors, friends and family to share our cheap thrills and our new found space with us, over the course of the next few months.

Until next week, it's a wrap on my end for this one. Also, I smell something. Oh wait, the daughter probably needs a diaper change. Got to go!
Much love,
Shweyta

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Singapore Suitcases: Week 1 - Of first impressions & second thoughts

Prologue:
The Hubster and I have been wanting to delve into multi-city living for a while now. The seed was planted in my head in 2009, when I took up a 6 month long professional assignment with L&T in Mumbai, where I moved, for the latter half of the year. In those 6 months, Hubster and I frequently met; in the States, in India and in Europe. I had two homes, in two cities and life was full of travel. Needless to say, I loved it.
Last New Year's Eve in San Diego, California as we discussed what lay in store for each one of us in 2012, I told the best friend I was hoping to go back to multi-city living this year, only this time with Hubster and baby in tow. Talk about, being careful what you wish for!
Hubster's work presented us with the opportunity and of course it was love at first sight. Only this time it was going to be 'quatro-city' versus 'dual-city' living. The four different cities we would call home over the course of the next couple of years would be Singapore, Mumbai, Delhi & NYC/ Jersey City.
Thus began the pre-move phase, when we air-freighted some basic essentials to Singapore (our first base-to-be), moved some collectible furniture pieces to storage, rented our Jersey City home to two gorgeous European male models and said "Be Right Back" to our friends and to NYC/ Jersey City. After procrastinating just enough, so we could get the entire NY Summer in, we flew off. After a month-long stopover in India, we are now here in Singapore. It has been a week and we are still living out of suitcases, at the very fancy Fairmont Hotel, as we await the keys to our uber-swanky apartment, here in Singapore. As much as I'd like to dwell on that now, it's best spoken of once we've moved in. For now; I'd like to oblige requests made by a few friends to re-start a weekly series about our lives here (similar to the one I wrote in 2009 called 'Mumbai Diaries').
So here goes - presenting to you, the first of a weekly series to be called 'Singapore Suitcases'. (The name stems from our current base here in Singapore, yet a suitcase-d nomadic life which entails a lot of travel, in and around)

1. Everyone said many things about Singapore, to us, before we left.
"Its so clean and antiseptic, it will annoy you"
I stared at the roads on my cab-ride from Changi to the Hotel to see if I could find a single piece of trash that could tarnish this remark. I found a few. Besides, the fallen leaves everywhere indicate there is Fall here too. Half as beautiful, but it's there. Singapore is not THAT spotless either. Thankfully.

"It will be a great transition between NYC & Mumbai"
Not really. At least not for me, since I know both those cities enough, to know what to expect from each. This city does not offer that in-between. Instead, it comes across as even more backward than Mumbai in a lot of cases (pre-paid phone cards are not available everywhere, iphone unlocking is hardly prevalent etc...The Mumbai 'jugaadu' sense is amiss, among other aspects) and hardly more forward than NYC in any aspect. ( NYC is a true global city which does EVERYTHING better or up to a reasonably high standard, than any other city in the world, as we all know. There is hardly any room for discussion there) 

"Z will love it, it's very child-friendly"
Zoe, our 15 month old toddler was spoilt in the country of her birth. Strangers stopped in their tracks to chat, hi-fives and marvel at her dance moves, often joining in themselves. She is used to the idea of striking up conversations with strangers, with her trademark "Hiiii" to them, wherever she goes. In this past week that she's been in Singapore, she must often wonder why most people here don't respond to her emphatic greeting and walk past her without joining her in her splendid shimmy. I, her determined Mommy, first found this unwelcome behavior unexplicable, then realised maybe Singaporeans are not used to friendly toddlers reaching out to them. My analytical mind could not help but link this response to the declining birth rate in this country. I guess they just have no time for children, theirs or others, period.
My tactful solution, to make sure Zoe does'nt care about this either, is to respond out loud to her greetings and indulge in some jig-ma-shoulder kinda dance moves myself, each time she shimmies, regardless of where we are. Together, we must come across as the "comedic mother-daughter pair" to Singaporeans busily whizzing past us. That said, I must however confess that the only people thus far, that interact or play with Zoe sometimes, are expats, Tamilian bell boys/ cleaning staff and young sales girls in stores. On more than one occasion, she has almost walked off with each one of these, possibly overwhelmed by their love and regard for her.

2. Maid interviews that I have conducted through various agencies last week, remind of a subtle modern-day "slave" scenario. For a few hundred Singaporean Dollars a month, one can have a full-time live-in legal maid, who makes everyday life a breeze. The catch of course is, that the employer takes complete responsibility of the maid (health/ visa/ accomodation/ food etc) and pays a hefty sum to the government as "levy" on her behalf, each month.
During my interviews, while I was busy marvelling at my future state of domestic bliss (what with being called 'Madam' and all in my own house), Hubster annoyingly, yet correctly pointed out that all the maids, looked highly malnourished. One of them even told us that she has not been paid for the past 3 years by her Chinese 'Master' (Read employer). Yet, she stuck with him for fear of losing her visa and having to return back to her country. I can already see loopholes in what I thought was a well-designed pro-maid system. This one is going to be an ongoing bone of contention; between my practical head and my principled heart.

3. Asia spoils you. In a not-so-good kind of way. I still get weird looks from people when I pick up my tray after a meal at eateries here. When you re used to cleaning up after yourself, it's a little strange that somebody else's job depends on you not doing that. Blame it on my domestic staff-less upbringing. Made a mental note, to not make a habit out of this, for fear of weirder looks in other parts of the world we may chose to live in.

4. Construction workers resemble their fellow 'macchas' in India; lean, dark South Indian men, wearing bell bottom pants/ jeans and short cropped shirts. My South Indian colleagues at L&T would feel at home here.

5. God forbid the toddler starts picking up the Singaporean accent, in her next few months here. The "aa" drawl at the end of every sentence spoken with a Chinese slang, seems to be a Tamil legacy. I somehow prefer the drawl in Tamil than in a Chinese accented English. And lets not get started on the grammar here. Being a grammar Nazi myself, its safe to say I need to learn to shut up more often.

6. As is a known fact to most, the daughter's hair adapts easily. Otherwise partially wavy in most countries, in humid Singapore, of course it chooses to be one big curly mop. Together; we garner quite a few praises for our thick natural curls among the usual, omnipresent poker-straight, thin-crop of manes.

7. "If you're Indian, you must be vegetarian"; goes the belief among the common man Singaporean. Two prospective Filipino maids turned down interviews with me, presuming we wont eat or let them eat non-vegetarian food in our house. Oh well!

8. The weather's been kinda monsoon-y since we arrived. Thunderstorms, rain and wet winds welcomed us, in our first week here. I knew clogs for the family was always a good idea. Funnily enough though, even when caught in the rain, it's quite easy to find one's way, keeping dry, towards the nearby MRT (train station) stop, ducking through a network of weather-proofed shopping malls, one after the other.

9. There's only so much a girl can shop. Well at least that's what this girl thinks. So naturally most Singapore destinations (Read malls, malls and more malls) do not appeal to me. Art on the other hand, is a different story altogether. 'Ode to Art' ( http://www.odetoart.com/) is my newest hangout. Conveniently located underneath our hotel, this is a lovely contemporary art space which I frequent daily. (Yes, it is located in a shopping mall too) The daughter and I are known on a first name basis here, as we spend a big chunk of our afternoons gawking at the works on display. In my mind, I am already the owner of a few breath-taking pieces that I have yet to figure how to pay for.

10. The Idiot Box kinda makes me feel idiotic in a way, given it's multilingualism. Except for the US Presidential debates on CNN, British funnies on BBC and Australian news channels, I am on a self-imposed language lesson binge; only watching channels in Mandarin, Tamil, Bahasa, Japanese, French, German & Malay. Subtitles, now more than ever, are my best friends.

11. I miss wine! I miss the accessibility of a broad range of good, simple, purchasable-in-single-digits yet delightful reds, that I grew to love, living in the States. I miss wine bars. Their exposed brick walls, the soulful music, the dim candle-lit ambiance and the company of fellow-oenophiles (you know who you are!). A fellow expat oenophile, browsing around next to me, in the local wine shop, looked sincerely sad. She joked that she has learnt to shop by price versus grape/ taste. Mental note to self: That will not be me! Also, remember to ship that crate the next time we go back to NY! 

12. The Asian food here is remarkable. Be it the Hawker Center's/ street side shacks and even in the high-end restaurants. But it ends at that, I think. So far, I have been disappointed in my search for a basic, reasonably 'fresh' western salad for lunch; the kind that abound in the States/ Europe and even in Indian cities now. I have found good bread & good cheese; but a good salad and I have not met yet, in this city.

12. My world's collide and shrink by the second. It's a happy realization that dawned upon me years ago, when I figured I've met people from all stages of my life, in NY. In a similar impromptu scheme of things, an old college friend was in town for work this week. Post-dinner drinks and catch-up session with her on my third night here, is perhaps a sign of many such reunions to come, in the near future.

That in a nutshell sums up Week 1 here, in Singapore. Week 2 is already halfway through, so expect that write-up soon too!
Until then, signing off with much love and slurp, over a soulful bowl of ramen,
Shweyta