Indian American Love Child

Killing it in 2014!! I got the Neuro-ICU residency position!!!! I believe I start the last week in February, but I have to confirm all the details with HR. All I know is, my career is about to take flight this year! BSN + ICU experience = endless job opportunities. Needless to say, I am sure it is going to be a hell of a lot of work. I am going to start prepping as early as tomorrow. I have so much reading and reviewing to do- especially since these are the sickest patients at JFK!!!! But I know with God's good graces and hard work, I am going to succeed! I have also decided to start doing some other adult things...like condo shopping! I know I am ready to make this move. Two years ago I was so concerned with my proximity to NYC and how easy it would be for me to get in and out of the city...now I could care less. I know I will still go to the city, but probably not as much, and I am totally ok with that. The thought of future financial security is so much more enticing than a fe

I remember vividly an instance when my Grandma, normally a very calm and composed woman, became upset to the point of tears. We had just completed a food filled weekend with the entire family, and my aunts were throwing away large amounts of leftover food. The sight of us being so wasteful was just too much for my grandma.  I remember feeling so guilty that my grandma upset. In a way, I felt like we had disappointed her. She grew up having a great respect for everything that she had, and recognized that not everyone was afforded those luxuries. Food could be reinvented, and eaten again. Clothes could be passed down. Items could be mended instead of thrown away. And what the family did not want, there was surely a beggar that could make good use of it. My grandma raised her family to be resourceful! Something over the generations got lost in translation. Water, heat, electricity, clothes, food... I have been blessed to have never gone without the essentials. Nevertheless, instead of

Recently, I have been thinking quite a bit about my social media presence. Apparently, I come off as some wild party girl to some people. Comments such as "Oh, Nandita will be out partying on her day off" or "Where are you going tonight, Nandita" have not been uncommon from coworkers and acquaintances. Though the comments are not coming from a place of malice, I find them to be annoying. My life is multi-faceted, and not confined to my Friday nights out on the town with the girls. Yes, there are numerous photos of me out and about, but that doesn't mean that's all I do. Nobody takes pictures of themselves writing papers, or reading nursing journals to stay current, or working long hours to make an independent life for themselves. Nobody takes pictures of themselves praying or spending hours just chilling with their sister and family.  I can make my cake and eat it too. But nobody sees that side of me.   How much of our social media presence defines us?

I have to blog about last night! I swear, yesterday, exemplifies why I love NYC so much. It was a rainy but mild Saturday. I wanted to see my girlfriends badly, but wasn't really in the mood to rage. We decided to watch the playoffs. We ventured into this large beer hall called Houston hall. Great space, totally every man's dream. I had a great time watching Mr. Brady on the big screen #sexy! Around 3rd quarter, we are all hungry, and so we went to local bar. The bar was something out of a western film, but I must admit, the food was delicious. Later, rose's friend from HS was in town, and so we meet up with him at a gay club! My first time at one, and it was fabulous! The music was a mashup of today's hits and 80's/90's throwbacks! It was everything I expected a gay club to be and more. Fog machines, fans, flashing lights, the whole sha-bang. We rocked out there for a little bit. Jazzy was dying to get her bhangra on, so then we headed to pranna. Lol I walked i

I am so disappointed in myself. Literally, two steps forward and four steps back. I have no idea what came over me last night. I was an emotional mess. I was crying, and then angry, crying, and then happy, and then sad. What the hell? I wish I knew how to make sense of it, but I am not sure there is any real sense to it. All i can do at this point is cut my losses, mend my bruised ego, and move on. I am praying for clarity, direction, and focus. I have decided to refrain from drinking for at least a month, probably not going to go out that much either- I just want life to slow down a bit. On a positive note, I passed my semester with two A's. Once again, proving that I am an excellent BS'er. And hopefully I hear back about the new position soon. I decided if I don't get it, I am going to look for jobs in Miami. Time for a change in scenery...