Thursday, July 30, 2009

My First BBQ... mine or the houses?

We have this interesting dilemma of possession and ownership in my family. I have to say, through American culture, I've learned a lot of "me, me, me, my, my, mine." But Indian culture says, "With family, what's yours is mine, share, share share."



Take this example I experienced today... Mom, brother and I have been searching for a BBQ. Mom grimaces at the talk of buying a BBQ because "It's for meat (she's vegetarian), it uses charcoal (which to her is chemicals), it's not environmentally friendly, it's expensive, the list goes on and on... Brother wants a BBQ for steaks and meat slabs. Shobs wants a BBQ for grilled stuff at her party. Does anything happen? No. So, Shobs goes out and buys a BBQ. She does it with her money so that way it can't be returned by her mother (which often happens, when parents control the dough). She buys a new BBQ from Home Depot, a simple, small, personal grill. She comes home, puts it together... not a single word of opposition is heard. And then suddenly at dinner, the Shas3 family has a BBQ! Our new baby! Mom wants to grill her garden zuchini and tofu. Brother wants to grill chunks of meat. Who makes the ruling? Shobs. She owns the BBQ, she makes the call.

I've decided that my BBQ is a veggie lover, there will be no meat on my grill and that's to honor my mothers veggie household. Got it? Good.

Shas3 Pioneers

I read a title from an Indian newspaper - "It's Time for India to Brand Itself!"

Well, I think it's time for the Shas3 family to brand ourselves. My parents came to the U.S. in the mid-70's, they had two chicas in Florida, and eventually ended up in Portland where "the golden child" was born.

Why Shas3? Shastri is pronounced Shas-three. Shas-three = Shas3. Get it?

We are a family of firsts and only's. We were one of the first Indian families in the Portland community. Out of my parent's siblings, we were the first to settle in America. My siblings and I were one of the only Portland, Indian families to suffer a 'divorce'. Out of all the first cousins on my fathers side, we were the only children to attend American Universities. We are one of the only "mixed" families - considering my parents had a "love" marriage and were not arranged. We are a family of travelers, cooks, business smarts, engineers, athletes, languages, and left handed individuals (and I'm talking my immediate family - no "cousin brothers" or "cousin sisters" included) We are a family of traditions (last single digit, name-bless-and-marry-your-car, respect your elders) We are savers, scouters, semi-nesters and at this very moment West Coasters... until Mom goes to India, brother goes back to the East Coast and Shobs goes who knows where?

What can I say? Shas3 proud. Shas3 strong.

Memories

Gnarles Barkley - Crazy

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space

And when you're out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly

And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice

Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably

Uh, uh

[Thanks to Jo (x_Pretty_Babeh_x@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]

I Wanna Take a Ride on Your Disco Stick

Oh dear. American music is awesome. Let's play a Love Game.

However, props to Lady Gaga. She's done what only Avril Lavigne and Maria Carey have accomplished with #1 Singles. You go girl! Just Dance, Poker Face... Songs that got me through Scandinavia. Oh and the 3am parties at my sisters neighbors house in Pacific Beach. Awesome.

Mark this day July 26th 2009. Where will Lady Gaga be in 5 yrs, 10 yrs. My brother says "Lady Gaga will be ga-ga-ga-gone..." I says she's the next Madonna. Hells ya.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Travelling on the Cheap

Traveling and living abroad teaches you many things. As a person who wanted to see, touch, feel, do everything I worked out a way to make it happen. My father, the primary provider during my college years was extremely controlling with the money he would allow me during my endeavors abroad. I didn't let it stop me. While I was based in Bordeaux, I managed to travel to Munich (for Oktoberfest!) Florence, Vienna, Rome, Nice, Montpelier(Coldplay), Lisbon, Grenada, Paris, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Dublin, Brighton, Cork, London, San Sebastian, Barcelona, Madrid, Dresden, Berlin, Copenhagen, Zurich, Interlaken, Brussels, Antwerp (Red Hot Chili Peppers!), Marseille, Monaco and more...

My entire year abroad - plane ride, education, and travels combined cost less than a two week organized tour of an African Safari.

So when you think you can't do it - I raise an eyebrow and say, "Really?" Because I did.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Ok Then.

I am amused. I beleive that this analysis would only be done in the good ol' U.S.A. Analyzing how much your Mom is worth? C'mon now. She's priceless.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Forget Working for Google. I'll be my own Super Hero.


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Seriously?

What is this?!? Only in America...


Ok I'm going to go check it out now. Hehe ;)

The 8-ball knows all...

Sister says:

So I asked the eight ball if mom should go to Thailand and the eight ball said "no" i wasnt sure if that was the right answer so then I asked again and it said "try again later" so I asked it one more time and it said "concentrate and ask again" so last but not least I tried one more time and.......



So I guess the answer is no


If you know my Mom, you can see how powerfully correct the 8-ball is. I need to ask the 8-ball if Mom is coming with me to Sweden...

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Will the fiercly independent woman please stand up?

How to nurture the independent woman.

Step 1: Just accept that she's right.

Step 2: Say ok honey, if that's what you want we'll make it work

Step 3: Sometimes she wants to do something but the way she's executing it is a$$ backwards. Rather than tell her, maneuver things in a way that are more logical

Step 4: Have a bickering battle, a blowout fight, get it out there, blow your steam at each other. Then kiss and make up and laugh about how ridiculous each one of you were in the whole thing (although in my experience I was NOT ridiculous... he was ;)

Step 5: Most of time she just wants your help in things she knows she can do herself. Just help her, ok?


I had a massive blow-up with my brother over moving a couch. Me and another lady were lifting a cumbersome piece of furniture and I asked my brother to pitch in. He responded, "Give me 15 mins" because he was plugged in to some T.V. show and didn't want to be interrupted. I blew my lid because we were literally in the middle of moving the couch and we needed the help right at that moment. I went crazy with rage at the lazy, inconsiderate, disrespectful behavior of my brother.

What's funny is that the next day I was camping out in Stevenson, WA. I met a woman there who was extremely pissed at her boyfriend because she told him that she was going to break down their tent and he didn't offer to help. I saw myself in that girl, she was so angry at the fact that she was doing the task by herself. Three of us ladies pitched in to help her, while two guys just sat sort of immobile and watching. I thought, "Wait a bit, what's wrong with this picture?" So, I approached the guys and said, "I can't seem to get this stake out of the ground, would you mind helping me?" And boom, they jumped on the bandwagon. I have to admit, I could have taken the stake out of the ground myself. As an independent, do-it-herself type person it's sometimes just sheer determination that keeps me from asking for help, but at the same time it's nice to recognize that the more hands involved the quicker the job can get done. It really is a matter of asking the right way. Guys don't think the same way woman do, and they don't like being told what to do... but asked the right way, they fall right in line ;)

Ready, Set, Roof!

Roofing project, Day 2 - things are going really well. We're gonna have this roof done in 3 days - only in America... :)





Monday, July 20, 2009

When did YOU join Facebook?

I joined Facebook in Spring 2005... a link was sent to me by my good college friend Jess saying, "Check this out!" I was enamored - social networking, who'd have thunk? Anyway, Facebook has really helped bring people back into my life (and allowed me to snoop on people I've always wondered about). MySpace is a fun one too (a co-worker at the Residence Inn got me to join) but MySpace is better for artists and musician folk.

So this has got to be one of the coolest messages I've gotten - I'm thrilled :)
Message 1:
hey i was trying to find my friend from childhood, so was wondering if u ever lived in pune, india back in 1991, aka, 4th grade, & attended nagarwala school & were u born in FL?

Message 2:
wow:) i am pretty sure ur my childhood friend i was looking 4:)
well i can confidently say that coz i remember that ur sister's name was anisha. do u remeber zarina shaikh & that bday party that we had all come to ur house in kalyani nagar.... wow lots of childhood memories:) gud 2 c u on fb after all these yrs:)

Well, not only do I remember Zarina Shaikh, I still have all her letters. Thank you, Facebook!


The party that this girl is talking about was my 9th b-day. In my family it's a big deal to celebrate your ninth because it's your "last single digit birthday." I got two parties. One for friends and then one for family. Jeez that was 15 years ago. I remember a lot of people gifted me pens... I loved those things! And Tanya made this killer angel cake w/ strawberries and pinapple and cream. I still make that cake every once in a while. Yum.

1 Angel Cake
1 Bottle Jam - Strawberry, Raspberry, anything thick and sweet
1 Can Pineapple Rings
1 Pint Strawberries
Heavy Whipping Cream
Sugar to taste

Slice the angel cake into two layers. Spread Jam on each layer. Put Pineapple on each layer. Put some sliced strawberries on each layer. Use the pinapple juice from the can to soak each layer of the cake. Whip the cream, add some sugar. Assemble the cake back together. Spread whip cream over the entire cake. Garnish with strawberies on the outer layer. Mmm mmm good.

Just My Size


Only in America would someone even attempt to build the worlds largest cupcake. Hehe - love it.

In this photo provided by cakes.com, pastry chef JodiLee Knops celebrates setting the Guinness record for the world's largest cupcake at Mall of America in Minneapolis on Saturday July 18, 2009. It weighed in at nearly 151 pounds, including 15 pounds of fudge filling and 60 pounds of yellow icing. It was one foot tall and two feet wide. (AP Photo/cakes.com)


Sunday, July 19, 2009

Travelling My Home Country


Been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces.

I've encountered a number of Europeans that were completely surprised at how much of Europe I had traveled - many of them had never been outside their home country. For me, I would find myself thinking, "That's crazy?! All these destinations are a short hop away, how could you not go visit all these incredible, historically rich, vibrant, interesting places?!?" At the same time, many of the well traveled Europeans had seen more of the U.S. than I've ever seen. Eat your own words Shobs.

I've never seen the Grand Canyon. I've never been to Texas. I've never been in the MidWest. Even though I was born in Florida, I've never been back since I was 1 yrs. old. I've been dying to see New Orleans. My Brother has been living in North Carolina for 2 years and this will be my first time visiting him. So this roadtrip with my Mother and Brother is a true chance to see some of these places, and spend some quality time discovering my family and my country. One of the first stops is Big Sis who's the only responsible one in the family. She's just gotten married, and she's working hard so when this whole thing comes crashing down, we'll know where to find her. She's definitely the anchor point in this equation, and without that this ship just ain't sailing.

I feel as if there's no better time than the present for my travels. I'm not working and I've consciously decided to take a break until January 2010 and spend this time rediscovering the world. But most importantly I am 1) exploring America because it is a seriously cool place and there is so much to see within my countries borders and 2) visiting the places I've already been because I am 1,326.92% positive that I'm looking at these places with a different set of eyes. (That's 1,326.92% positive. No more No less. Got it?)

One last note - It's incredible how long it's taken for me to be truly proud to be an American - I've been living on the fence for a while, listening to other voices, believing other thoughts. I've been embarrassed by actions that weren't even my own and hiding under the umbrella of an Indian heritage. Well that stops now. I've realized I don't have to choose between one or the other. I can be both. I can be a multi-dimensional human being and be proud that I don't fit the grade.

I'm looking for a song that I've been hearing on the radio. Kind of reggae-ish singing something like "Been around the world but I'm back. I love you. I love you. I love you" Anyone know it?

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Rediscovering Radio

Oh Pandora how I've missed you!

I just have to say, American radio is amazing. My mind is on overdrive with all the new songs I've been discovering by listening to the radio. The rest of the world is behind the times...

A side note on Pandora - they are teamed with a product called Sonos - which is a Santa Barbara based company. I happen to have partied in CEO of Sonos's house, since my old co-worker was subletting his house. Definitely inspiring - maybe something I could rig up in my mothers house :)

I heart the Disney classics


There's a new Disney animated fairy tale coming out! Could this beat my all time favorite "Beauty and the Beast"? We shall see...

My Network is Better Than Your Network



I'm re-realizing life is all about sharing good times with other people. And more often than not, it's more about who you know over what you know. For example, I don't know how to run a restaurant. But I know someone who does and I know I can learn how to do it.

On July 14th - Bastille Day, Kerry's Birthday, Anniversary of knowing Will, my Mother actually signed to get a roof. WOOOHOOOO! We popped a bottle of wine and celebrated. And then we went to a midnight showing of Harry Potter, which I should have skipped cuz I most definitely dozed off a few times. I'd have preferred to watch that one curled on the couch with a bag of microwave popcorn.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Alchemist - A Fable to Follow Your Dreams


I've been carrying around this book - "The Alchemist", by Paulo Coelho which was gifted by a friend just recently. I've been told (multiple times) that I need to read it. What's amazing is the reactions I've encountered just walking around with it....

1. The woman sitting next to me on my flight from San Diego to Portland said it was very good.

2. My roommate Patty-Cakes wants to borrow it because she's seen it around and heard about it a lot.

3. One of my best friends, Jena, shrieked when she saw it "I love that book! I love that author!!"

4. My massage healer friend Annique mentioned something of kings, and fables, and being a magician in one of sessions which I found so interesting because I'd just received this book.

This book is celebrating it's 20th Anniversary. I love how classics cycle their way back into society. When I actually read the book, maybe I'll manage a little book report post.

Chamillions and Communication

I had a conversation with a friend last night about being a multi-dimensional human being. With me, what you see ain't what you get - there are so many experiences and life moments I carry that I just can't be a "typical 2nd generation Desi girl" And trying to do that just goes against my nature.

My friend called himself a chamillion. He's able to fit in to various crowds and surprise people with the layers beneath his surface. I think of it more in terms of languages and communication. I have never considered myself a strong communicator - but I'm realizing that's not true. My entire life I've been embarrassed about my writing, always thinking it wasn't good enough and believing that I was a terrible writer. My friends tried to convince me otherwise, but I never accepted it. Ok, so maybe I'm not the strongest writer or speaker... but I'm still a master of many languages. Perhaps I don't know all the grammatical rules and my vocabulary is limited, so what? I can still listen, understand, reply and get my point across - which at the end of the day I think is the most important. I can no longer believe that:

if (shobs == engineer)
then shobs != good communicator

That would be a typical engineering attitude. Ok so here's a rundown of the languages I speak.

"Formally" I speak Hindi, English and French. Hindi was the first language I learned and I spoke it with my family until I was 5. English is a given. And French I picked up in high school, reinforced in a study abroad program and rounded out with a minor in French at UCSB. I am so proud of that minor - originally engineering students weren't allowed to minor in liberal arts subjects because it would deter them from their "4 year track" Because I graduated 1.5 years late, the rules had changed by the time I applied.

I also speak a little Spanish - just from living in So Cal and being around Mexicans. But I've never invested much time into learning more. I push Spanish speakers to use their English and I encourage them by being open and understanding to what they refer to as "poor English"

I speak "bleep bleep blurp blurp" My friend refers to my engineering/computer science talk as bleep, bleep, blurp, blurp.

I speak customer service. I've worked behind the counter, behind the front desk, I've been in the kitchen and on the catering staff. Those are environments I'm familiar with. I think my love for travel draws me to those places.

I speak green. I'm all about conservation, saving, giving back to mother nature. In high school I volunteered for the Ivy Project which involved pulling Ivy off trees to save them. I also ran the pop can recycling project for Key Club where we collected cans and bottles turned them into cash.

I speak video composition, graphic design, web design, art and animation. Well I don't speak animation so well yet, but I will continue to learn.

I speak leadership. Cat crew, UCSB RHA, gymnastics coach in the US and abroad, camp counselor, career peer advisor - I have loads of leadership experience.

I speak compassion. I feel for old people, strugglers, "free loaders" hehe, people lacking education - helping them helps me. And I love animals. Pets are usually very friendly with me.

I speak corporate life. Not an environment I like too much, but I've been there. In 7th grade I was made president of a mock company - a project my teachers Mr. Filer, Mrs. Gordon and Mr. Whitten had masterminded. I was not excited by the placement... I had wanted to be the accountant. Still, I rose to the ocassion. We formed Dreamcatchers Inc. We were one of the most successful companies - turning the largest profit amongst my peers. Not being very business minded, I spread myself thin over all aspects of the company and ended up being entirely worn out.

I understand military. I've worked with General Dynamics customers, and Raytheon consultants. A large group of my classmates ended up at Raytheon, so I know the environment. I've been cleared by the Danish navy. I've traveled to SAAB underwater systems where they build torpedoes and underwater vehicles at least 5 times. I've been offered a position with STL, a very low profile government run project in Santa Barbara.

I speak Scandinavian. Even though I never learned Swedish too well, I still picked up on a lot by being there. I speak European, West Coast, and Indian. Working on the Indian part and I think my travels to India will help with that. I speak minimal Hungarian. I speak Australian and New Zealand thanks to all my friends at summer camp.

I speak adventure, unpredictability, and excitement. 6am train rides, 4am flights, my life is organized in my own mind and chaotic to everyone else. It makes it fun.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

How may we help you?

I hate automated phone systems. Seriously the most frustrating thing ever. No "Jane" I'm not trying to go from Bora bora, Boontown to Out-There, Psychoville. I'm trying to get from San Diego to Portland. Thank you.

Give me someone to talk to. Please?

I Speak Mom

I don't know what it is. My Mom and I - we have a special language that noone else in the family seems to have.

So I have made this monumental decision to settle in the Pacific Northwest, which is so exciting, because after years of living in boxes and anticipating my next move I can finally unpack and call a place home. Yay. Travel hungry Shobs has decided to give it a rest... temporarily. Ok so I'm a walking, living contradiction. Deal with it people.

Anyway, a stroke of brilliance came to me today. Lets go back in the Shas3 time machine... 3 kids, my mom, house full of random crap which was accumulated by my Mothers absolute passion for garage sale-ing. The lady is addicted.

There is no taking bargain shopping out of my mother, it would be as painful as removing her pinky finger. Ouch. Anyway jump forward to 2009 - Shobs has discovered she has amazing kitchen gadgets packed away in boxes - so what has she done? She has created a garage sale in her own house. Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen - 9am-3pm there is an exclusive members only garage sale for one Mrs. Shastri and one lazy spoiled baby Shastri. First come first go. Love it.

6 Tell Tale Signs Shobs is NOT a Cook

1. I have never furnished my own kitchen. Every place I have lived, I have used the items that my roommates own.

2. Even when I moved into a studio apartment and was living on my own, someone else set up my kitchen.

3. There are places I frequent to buy meals food from on particular days (i.e. Sunday is Rosarito Taco day)

4. My Mom is an amazing cook - it's always been her domain, so I've stayed out. Why bother learning when Mom's around. (Bad Bad Bad Shobs)

5. I can count the number of times I've handled raw meat on one hand.

6. Between the three kids, my Sister is the Gourmet Chef, my brother is the B-fast Boy and I am the Baker. I never wanted to mess up social order.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Examples


I'm really trying to life my life as an example for the people around me - and learn from the masters who seem to have it figured out. I have amazing sisters - and that's my #1 place to start.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Typical


Found this in the garage. It reads "Yatins. Keep your grubby hands off Shobs" Have no idea what this is referring to. Oh man, my family is awesome.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Baking Master

“Live life fully while you're here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You're going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don't try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.”

Anthony Robbins

Bundt Cake #1 - San Diego, CA - Iron Tire.
(Choco cake, marshmellow, choco chips)


Bundt Cake #2 - San Diego, CA - Tire Blow Out.
(Choco cake, white choco chips, served with raspberries and whip cream)

The Upgrade


I've upgraded from the living room to the "storage room" in our house. Ha! 10 years after moving out to go to college here I am back at home. College degree, check. Study and Work abroad, check. Independent life, check. Free loading in my Mom's home with 2 amma loving hippies (who I've now nicknamed Bernie Mac and Patty Cakes) check. Who said the quarter life crisis can't be entertaining?

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

How to Have a Safe Summer Road Trip | eHow.com

Getting ready for the x-country roadtrip. Still have dates to be settled, playlists to be made... sometimes fun requires planning. :)

How to Have a Safe Summer Road Trip | eHow.com

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Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Before and After

OMG. Ronav your mommy and aunty love you - we swear!

Reena's Wedding - Toronto - Sept 2007


Anisha's Wedding - Portland - June 2009

Monday, July 6, 2009

My burger kicks your burgers butt

Ok so there's a little competition on the best burger in San Diego... Here's a breakdown of the "apparent" top two.

Hoedad's
Cool atmosphere. Good milkshakes. Decent burger. Long line. Very crowded. Slow service.
Score: -4

Rocky's
Dive atmosphere. Good beers on tap. Delicious burger. Enough space to have your elbows on the bar and eat your meal with true table manners.
Score: +5

Eat Rocks Hoedads!

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Sister & Brotherhood of the Travelling Bundt Cake

Ok. So I have found a mission on my upcoming travels. To perfect the "super easy super yummy chocolate bundt cake" Yea. Didn't quite work out on my first go.

Surprised Nish and Joel w/ a chocolate cake. But against my instincts, I was convinced to toss in some marshmellows. Mistake #1. And then I tried to make the cake eggless to accommodate for my Dad. What was I thinking?! Cake without eggs? Not trying that again.

Result: mushy unbaked cake with crusty burnt marshmallow topping. Hey, at least I did a good job setting the bar reeeall low. :)

Bay area, San Diego, Tuscon, Austin, Raleigh, Sweden, Bangkok, India, NZ, Australia, Singapore here I come! (with a bundt cake. yes.)

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I am living Arrested Development

I'd like to think that I'm Michael Bluth. But I think my Sis and I are competing for that position. My brother is a toss-up between George Michael and Gob... sometimes a good kid, sometimes wildly irresponsible. My mother - Lucille - sure. And my father is most definitely George Bluth Sr.

Oh man with my a little more thought I'm sure I could find players from my family for each part.

Ron Howard can you narrate my life please?